AN: Here's Paul's POV. :D

Notice that Paul isn't always a hot head. He's a pretty nice, normal, guy, sometimes.

Paul's P.O.V.

After I'd gained enough control over my body to realize just what I was doing, I put a stop to it. I stepped back in shock.

This girl, I had no idea what her name was or why we were in a closet, but just the sight of her...unconscious and half naked, made vile build in my throat.

I had just r-raped this innocent girl in a school closet!

I couldn't stop the shaking that racked my body, my head spun as I tried to think of a plan.

I looked around and quickly grabbed a piece of torn paper that was on one of the shelves.

I scribbled a messy excuse and dropped it on her. I couldn't help her right now, I'd hurt her enough.

I walked out of the closet and sprinted out of the school. As soon as I hit the forest my body racked in pain and heat flooded me.

Paul?

I snarled and shook my head, scratching at the ground uselessly.

Paul, what's wrong? What happened?

I let a series of images fly through my head and I winced at the same thought I had from before.

It was silent for a long time, Sam was in utter shock. I understood why.

Paul, why?

It was like I had no control! I defended. Then when I figured out what was going on, I-I stopped. I didn't mean to.

I know you didn't mean to, but leaving her like that, alone with a note...

What else could I do?! I growled. Wake her and be like "Sorry, didn't mean to. Let's just forget about this."

You basically said the same in that note. You think writting it so she doesn't see just how sorry you are helps her in any way? I felt Sam's mental sigh. In any case, it's too late now, and you're too unstable to go back.

My thoughts flickered back to that girl. She was so small and innocent. I could have crushed her, maybe I did. I don't remember realizing that she ever went limp.

Poor Girl, Sam condoled

Yeah, poor girl! I rumbled. I'm just like my fucking Dad, everyone thought I'd turn out like him. Guess they were right after all.

You're nothing like your father, Paul.

I raped a girl, Sam! It's no better then my dad getting drunk and beating me or my mom! I had to get beat up almost everyday when I had to protect Julie.

I know Paul. he paused. So did you pull out before...

Yes!

The guys are gonna give you hell for that, I bet some of them know her.

I growled. I'm going to the beach.

Fine, just make sure you check on Julie before you come on patrol.

I always do.

I ran the short distance to First Beach. It was still too cold for the tourists to star coming around. It was quiet, no one was around seeing as how school was still going. I phased back and pulled on my cutt offs. Any human who saw would think something was very off about a very large guy walking around the beach with only shorts on when it was around thirty degrees outside.

I walked along the edge of the water for a while. I didn't want to think about what I did to that girl, I wasn't sure what caused it. Jared had gotten pissed that morning and told me I should fuck off and go be with my dad cause that's who I was always acting like. I snapped. Sam had to use the alpha command to stop me from ripping her throat out.

Then before we walked to class I heard some kids whispering about the gang I was supposedly involved with. One of the guys told them it wasn't to much of a surprise, I was an abused child after all.

I couldn't stand being compared to him. I wasn't like my father. He drank and beat my mom until he got bored then he beat me. Then soon enough he went after Julie. Julie's my little sister. Right now she's four. When he went for her she was three. The bastard tried to beat a three year old!

I did get a nice shinner for protecting her though. Didn't matter, I'd take a thousand black eyes and worse if he tried to hurt her again.

Soon after mom figured out what had happen she called the police. For now I hopped the man was rotting in a jail cell with five other guys and one transvestic. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts.

Then I screwed up, and took it out on some stranger in the worst way. I didn't beat her, but I took her and screwed her in the back of the closet. I didn't feel exactly like my dad. But I did feel like his son, and that's shameful enough.

I groaned, picked up a broken log, and threw it out into the ocean. It landed with a large splash. I wished I could take back what I did, but that wasn't happening so I'd just have to forget about it.

"Paul!"

I looked up to see a small little girl running full on straight at me. I laughed, Julie was a wild kid.

"Hey, Kid." she wrapped her arms around my leg and looked up at me giving a crooked grin.

"Momma made chicken nuggets!" she exclaimed.

"Good. I'm hungry."

"You better not eat them all again," she warned. I couldn't help the smile that formed when I was around my sister.

"I won't if you get there first." her eyes widened. She let go of my leg and raced back to the house. I chuckled and followed her lead.

"Beat ya." she called when I entered the kitchen.

"Yup, you get chicken nuggets." she giggled.

"Welcome home," Mom greeted quietly. She was always quiet ever since Dad got arrested. She woke up some nights screaming bloody-terror, when I went in to wake her up, she'd just send me back, then after I phased I could hear her muttering Dad's name again and again until she fell asleep. I didn't know if it was fear, or regret.

I nodded and sat down with Julie and ate. I usually didn't eat with them, more with Emily ever since we phased, but I spent a lot of time with them while I could.

That night, after I helped Julie into bed and got finished with my patrol, I dreamt of the girl I left unconscience in the closet at school...

AN: Yay! Paul's not a major hot-head after all! XD

I thought it would be really cute to see Paul with a little sister, and the whole Dad thing came from how I could never picture him with a father-figure. I thought it would help with just a background picture of how Paul was always so angry.

Anyway, please tell me what you think!

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