Can someone give me a drum roll please.

The wait is over.

In this chapter you will find out all about Hayden's story, and I do mean, ALL OF IT.

Is it sad?

Yes.

Is it depressing?

Could be called that.

But read and find out!!

Hayden's POV

Jacob helped me make dinner. We searched through the cabinets and fridge and the only thing we could think of making with the ingredients they had was peanut butter and banana-grilled sandwiches. We made enough for an army and Billy came home as soon as we grabbed our plates. I heard a set of footsteps and wheels?

"My dad is in a wheelchair and your probably hearing Quil. He always brings him home after visiting with Old Quil." I nodded and took a seat at the table by Jacob. I didn't know what his father would react like. Did he even know I was staying in his house? I already knew Quil.

The door opened and Quil walked in wheeling an old man in. His face looked rather kind and he had a smile that looked genuine. "Ah," he said while Quil closed the door behind them, "you must be Hayden, the fox. Nice to finally meet you," he shook my hand. For a man in a wheelchair he had a strong grip. "So, what'd you make for dinner, Jake?"

Jacob looked up from his sandwich with peanut butter smeared on his mouth. "Hayden had the great idea to make peanut butter and banana-grilled sandwiches."

"Haven't had those since I was a kid," he said. Wheeling himself to where the plate was stacked with them. He grabbed a plate and got some, then went across from me on the table.

"Don't mind if I do," said Quil, taking a plate and grabbing the rest. He sat close to Jacob and dug in. I was more comfortable with Jacob, but not around Quil—the reason I'm here in the first place—and Billy, Jacob's father who I know nothing about.

"Where are you from," Billy asked.

"Arizona," I said.

"Must be hard coming from a dry state to a wet one," he commented.

"Yeah."

"So where's your family," Quil asked, a bit of peanut butter oozing out of his mouth. He licked it up and waited for me to answer.

"She has us now," Jacob said and looked at Quil. Whatever mental conversation they had got Quil to shut up and not ask any more questions about my previous life. They asked what I was planning to do and a bunch of others. I told them tomorrow I was going into town to look for a job. Billy approved and started tossing names at me, and what he thought I would do best at. I smiled and nodded in all the right places when I really wanted to go to sleep.

Once we were finished and I did the dishes with Jacob to help Quil left. Billy and Jake went to watch some TV and I said goodnight to them and went into the room I was staying in.

I closed the door and, even though it felt awkward going through someone else's drawers, I looked for pajamas in the dresser and then climbed into bed. It was comfortable and extra soft. I snuggled down into the clean smelling sheets and sighed. I was used to sleeping with a lot of people around me and was restless. I tried putting all the décor pillows around me, to act like they were bodies, but it didn't work very well when I felt no heat omitting from them.

I looked at the clock and realized that I had been tossing and turning for about an hour. I grumbled and pulled the blankets over my head.

It was too quiet.

When I was in the abandoned house with Paul I could still feel the heat from him and hear him breathing next to me. This was not going to work.

I threw the blankets off of me and got out of bed. I paced and tried to tell myself that I was being a baby. I was nineteen years old and should be able to sleep in a room by myself for crying out loud!

I couldn't hear the TV on anymore and so I knew both Billy and Jacob were in their rooms. I was not going to go and ask Billy that much was certain. I pulled my hair and mentally yelled at myself. But I went.

I opened my door and peaked out. No one was in sight and all the lights were off. Why did I have to do this? I walked out of the room and down up the hallway to where Jacob showed me he was at.

I reached out, but then yanked my hand back to my side. I shouldn't be such a baby. I'm already out of my room so I might as well get to it. I was nervous and now I felt like I had to pee. Ugh! What else could go wrong? I tapped my foot and counted to five in my head, and then I stuck my hand on the doorknob. It was cool beneath my fingers and was daring me to turn it. I was stalling and I knew it. But before I could muster up the courage to turn it it did it on it's own.

I had been having such an argument with myself I didn't even bother to hear Jacob get out of bed and walk to the door. He was now standing before me in nothing but some plaid pajama bottoms.

"Jeez. I was waiting to see if you'd open it, but after a while I decided to get it myself. What's wrong?"

"Umm, well…you see back in my pack I used to sleep around a lot of wolves and-and I guess I'm not used to it."

"So…you want to sleep in here?"

"Well I'm not going to ask your father," I said.

He laughed. "Yeah. I guess. Come on in."

"I really have to go pee. I kinda got myself nervous waiting."

He shook his head and said "Go on. I'll get some blankets."

I smiled and then ran to the restroom. I came back to find an air mattress being blown up. "I can sleep on the floor, you know. I don't mind."

"No, this is for me. You get the bed."

"Oh no you don't," I said when the mattress was blown up and he was about to lie on it. "I get this. It's your bed."

"Yeah, but you're a guest," he said pushing me closer to the bed.

"Not any more I'm not. I'm going to be staying here, remember?"

I was about to climb on it when I found myself being lifted and dropped on the bed. "Yes, but I'm the guy here and you're the girl." He stopped me from talking. "Ah, and you're the one who came to me for help. So got to sleep." He lay on the mattress and turned off the light.

"Umm, Jacob?"

"What," he mumbled.

"I'm not used to the dark," I said quietly. His curtains were dark and didn't let in the light from the moon.

He huffed and got up. I could hear him walking around a bit. "You are so lucky I still have this." A second later there was a dim light coming from my right side. I looked over and saw Jacob smiling at me.

"You have a Barbie nightlight," I asked in surprise.

He rolled his eyes and climbed back on the mattress. "It was given to me from my older sister when I couldn't sleep."

"You sure you didn't pick it out yourself?"

"Yes. I'm sure. I used to think she was hott."

I laughed. "Goodnight."

I heard him moving around, trying to get comfortable. "Night."

Hayden's POV

I woke up in the morning and looked at the clock. It was barley six. I yawned and looked over to see Jacob sprawled over the mattress, which was clearly too small and was drooling a bit. I smiled and unplugged the Barbie nightlight.

I stretched and climbed out of bed. I made my way out of the room and back to where I was supposed to stay. I found some clothes and took a quick shower. I stuck my dirty clothes in the hamper in the room and brushed my hair out with my fingers. I knew I would have some tangles, but I didn't want to use someone else's brush without them knowing.

I made my way to the kitchen. From our raid for dinner last night I knew there was nothing to make for breakfast. I searched the place but found no money. Finally I thought of where I used to hide my extra coins. I looked in the jar labeled: Cookie, and found enough cash for groceries. I hope I wasn't spending someone's college money. But then I could always pay them back when I get a job.

I found the keys to Jacob's car and went outside, locking the door behind me. I drew in the clean cool air of Washington morning and made my way to the store. I remember going into town and knew there weren't many people up in the morning.

After parking and locking the car I grabbed a shopping cart and went down the first isle. I used to have to make shopping trips for Ben's pack all the time so I knew what to get. I grabbed some eggs, bacon, sausages, milk orange juice, English muffins, a couple of pancake batter boxes, some waffle ones too, and some potatoes for hash browns.

The guy at the cash register was staring at me and smiling. I smiled back at him and I guess he took that bit to say hi.

"Hi," I responded back.

"Your new here, aren't you?"

I nodded. " Yeah, how'd you know?"

He shrugged. "Small town. What's your name?"

"Hayden," I stuck my hand out for him to take.

He scanned the bacon and took my hand. "Jimmie. Wow. Your hott."

"Umm, thank you?" I didn't know what to say.

"No, I meant your temperature. I mean yeah you hott too but your also hott hott." He was tripping over his words.

"I get it. I'm a getting over a sickness."

He backed up a little. "It catchy?"

"What? No, no just a cold or something."

He came forward again. "Oh, okay." The old lady in back of me was clearing her throat. "I guess I'll see you around then?"

I grabbed my bags and nodded. "Sure."

I left the store feeling happy. Maybe I had a new friend. He was nice. His dark skin was just like the pack, but his eyes were green and he wasn't as heavily muscled as them.

I put everything in the car and made my way back to Jake's. I carried the stuff inside the house and started to make breakfast. They still weren't up yet so I had time. After I was done with the bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles, hash browns, eggs, and was buttering the toast, Billy came out of his room ready for the day.

He took a look at all the food I had mad and his eyes bugged. "Wow. Look at you! I didn't know you were cooking, or else I'd have helped out a bit."

"I don't mind," I said. "I actually used the money in the cookie jar. I wasn't sure what it was used for, I can pay you back as soon as I get my job."

He shook his head. "That's the money I leave for Jake to go grocery shopping, you don't have to pay me back darlin'."

"Are you hungry? I have a plate ready."

"I'm going fishing with Charlie, he's on his way to pick me up. I'll take some to go though."

"Okay. Do you have any containers?"

"Sure do. In that cabinet and I think I still have that old lunch pale over there." I made him his lunch and packed some for Charlie as well, though I had no idea who he was.

Once Billy was gone and I was finished with everything, I walked to Jakes room. I knocked on the door but there was no answer. I knocked louder. I didn't want to walk in on him while he was dressing. I heard someone get up and the door opened.

"What time is it," he asked.

"Time for breakfast, duh." I rolled my eyes at him and walked to the kitchen with him hot on my heels.

When he saw the food his jaw dropped. "You made all this?" I shrugged. "I don't think even I can finish all of that. I should call the guys." He got the phone and looked at all the food I made. It was a lot…. "Not even Emily ever makes that much." I didn't know if that was a compliment or what. "Hey….Gotta come over man….Hayden made so much food!….Not kidding…Yup…Everyone….K…Bye." I looked at him. "The guys are all coming over.

I nodded. "Is Sam?"

He caught the weariness. "You don't like him?"

"I don't like being around Alpha's much." I looked at the floor. "They scare me."

"Don't have to be scared of Sam. He's an okay guy, when he wants to be. I won't let anything happen to you."

I looked up at him and smiled. "Promise?"

He smiled back at me. "Promise." Then we heard a knock at the door. "I'll get it. You'd better grab a plate before the animals get inside." I rushed to grab a plate and grabbed everything I wanted and took a seat at the table.

Jake was right, they all rushed to the kitchen where the food was and attacked. A woman with a scared face came and sat across from me. "I'm Emily Uley, Sam's wife."

She seemed real nice. I smiled and shook hands with her. "Hayden Dylan Parker."

"So how is it living with the Black's," she asked.

"It's nice. I like it." She nodded and felt more than saw Sam enter the area. He took a seat next to Emily.

I focused on my food. "I see you haven't tried to run away at least."

"Don't be rude Sam," Emily scolded.

"Sorry," he muttered, more to her than me.

I felt someone sit next to me and I looked up to see Jacob's smiling face with half a pancake hanging out. I couldn't help but to smile. "Were best friends now, aren't we Hayden?"

"Sure sure," I said.

"Gosh, she's even starting to sound like you, Black," Embry said and took the seat next to mine.

"Thanks for the food," he said, holding up and piece of waffle and shoving it in his mouth.

"Your welcome," I said.

"Forgot she was your girlfriend, huh Em," Quil said walking into the dinning room and sitting on Jake's other side. "Better than your sandwiches," he said.

"Hey, when did you get a sandwich," Jared said and sat by Sam.

"Last night. You weren't invited."

"Yeah, only Kim gives you everything you want, Jared," Seth said and took a seat by Emily.

"Whatever Seth. Your just mad because you didn't imprint yet." Seth glared.

"You guys need to shut up, you giving me a headache," Paul said and sat at the head of the table.

"You all give me headache, twenty-four seven," said Leah. She took the seat by Seth.

"Great food," Collin yelled and sat by Quil.

"Thanks," I said.

"Why'd you make it all anyway," Leah asked.

I shrugged. "To thank Jake for what he did last night."

I guess that came out the wrong way.

Paul's jaw dropped to the table and Embry shook next to me. Seth looked shocked and Sam looked pissed. Collin was taking the chance he had while Quil stared at me and stole his pancake.

"What the hell did he do last night," Paul yelled.

"Yeah," Embry joined in.

"Clam down you two," Sam ordered. Embry and Paul calmed down and looked over at me. "Hayden." He sounded too calm, which scared me even more.

I scooted my chair back but felt Jacob place a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "She couldn't sleep last night so I let her sleep in my room while I slept on the air mattress. Gosh, you guys have got to get a life."

Sam's face softened and I moved closer to the table. "Sorry," he said to me. Emily smiled at me.

Leah snorted. "That was well worded."

"Shut up Leah," Paul said.

"What? Does Paul got a soft spot for the white fluff ball?"

"Don't be such a bitch Leah," Embry said.

Seth looked like he wasn't sure whether or not to defend his sister, or join in. He kept quiet.

"Foxes are sly. You better watch yourself, Black, she just might fuck you while you sleep," she said. Emily gasped.

"Bitch," Quil muttered.

I controlled my anger, like my father taught me. I think my control was getting her angrier. "Leah," Seth said.

"What?"

"Your such a harpy," Jake said. "Why'd you even bother to come anyway if you're going to insult Hayden?"

She was still glaring at me. "Just want to get a rise out of her."

"Leah…" Sam warned.

"Oh, fuck off Sam. Now I remember what got you mad last time Sam got you all worked up. It was your family, wasn't it?" I stiffened at that. "Guess I was right."

Jacob stood up. "Get the fuck out of my house Leah. Now." She stood but was still staring at me.

"Out Leah," Sam said.

"Where are they," she asked. "Did you kill them?" I was so mad and seriously wanted to kick her ass. I was trembling and was on the verge of tears. My hands were fisted and white.

"That's it!" Paul got up opened the door and threw Leah out. I heard her leave. He came back and sat down. "Fucking bitch," I heard him say under his breath.

"Sorry Hayden," Jacob whispered.

I angrily swiped at the tears that escaped. "It's fine. Not your fault." I leaned on the table with my elbows and put my head in my hands.

"Hayden," I heard Sam say quietly. I didn't look up. "We do have to know what happened to you and where your family is, or what's happened to them."

I knew I was going to have to share it with them sooner or later. I nodded to let him know I heard him. "They're dead." I was glad they didn't push me and ask me how. I waited a minute to continue. "Back in my old pack. I was with children of the moon." I paused and took a breath. "When my parents joined, there was a different Alpha in charge. Daryl. He was nice, never made his pack do anything they didn't want to. My mother had my brother, Tommy, and about two years passed and then Ben, another wolf who wanted power, he challenged Daryl and Ben and a couple of his friends cheated and jumped Daryl when no one was around to help. He killed him and took over the pack.

By then my parents had tried to get us out but every time Ben would find us and punish them. My brother was only two, and I was fifteen. They didn't touch us, just my parents." I shuddered at the memories. "They would beat my father. He would try to fight back in his wolf form, but they were stronger, bigger. Once they were done with him they would drop him in front of us, like he was a bad piece of meat. My mother and I would take care of him until he healed.

But sometimes I would have to do that myself. Sometimes they would take my mother. I-I could hear her scream for them to stop. My father would try and get up to aid her, but he was too torn up." I heard a lot of them growling but I went on, wanting to get it out of my system.

"Afterward, they would tossed her to us and she would cry for days, not eat or drink. My father said that we shouldn't try and escape anymore, because he didn't want to see my mother hurt. But my mother wanted to get my brother and I out of the pack for good. She was always trying to find a way out. But they'd always find her and punish her.

My father lashed out the next time they did it to her. That was how he got killed, fighting for my mother." The tears were falling down my face. Jacob was holding my hand and Embry was rubbing circles on my back. "After he was gone they tortured my mother more frequently. They kept Tommy and I in a room, we didn't get out much. I sometimes had to go get items from the store, but I always had someone watching me, making sure I didn't scream for my life.

Everyday I would make food for them, when all I really wanted to do was shove it in their faces. They always teased me. Telling me I was worthless, I was dirt, took up space. My mother stopped yelling at them for that when they started to hit her.

Once they were satisfied with how bruised my mother was they would take her into a room and I could hear yelling. I always wondered what they would do to her in there, until my eighteenth birthday." This was the part I really hated to tell. The part that was the most painful, it left me feeling raw.

"I had been playing with my brother. He wanted to go outside and run in the field, but no one wanted to take us. When Leon, Ben's Beta, came in I had told him that we needed someone to take us outside. He d-didn't want to do it so I kept telling him that Tommy was bored and needed to stretch his legs. My mother told me to leave it be, but I was angry with them and wanted to make Tommy happy. I walked up to him and pushed him against the wall and started yelling at them for, everything; for killing my father, for hurting my mother, and for doing all of this to Tommy."

I wiped my eyes some more, but they got wet again. I knew there was probably snot on my nose too. "He got mad when some of the pack saw what I had done and were laughing at him. Telling him he couldn't handle me, and some other shit about how he was weak. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the room where they always took my mother. She screamed at them and yelled. But they just slapped her off of them like a fly. She pleaded and begged to let me go, but Leon wasn't having any of it.

He asked Jackie, another sick wolf with a crush on him, for her gun. She tossed it to him and he shot my mother. I cried and cried, but not for me, for Tommy. He had seen it all, witnessed what had happened to my mother.

I wanted to run to him and hug him, but Leon took me into that room and threw me on the bed." I hugged myself, trying to find comfort somewhere. "He forced himself on me and then after he was done with me he tossed me in the room with my brother. He was in the c-corner rocking. He wouldn't talk or do anything. I couldn't get him to eat, so I stopped too.

Ben heard what was happening and came to yell at Tommy. I yelled at him too, to get his attention away from Tommy, but he would just throw me out of the way. I t-tried to get Tommy to answer him, because every time he didn't he would get hit. When Ben was going to choke me Tommy answered him. He started to eat and do what he had to, but it was like he was a zombie. I tried to stay strong for him, but it was hard not to fall apart when I would have to be taken in that room whenever the men made me.

A few months later he tried to shoot Ben with a gun he had found, he shot him in the leg, but it didn't slow him down. Leon and a few others got him and Ben k-killed him. I t-tried to get to him, b-but I wasn't fast enough and the others were too strong. I killed three of them, and got punished for it.

I killed Leon, and Jackie wanted to kill me for it, but Ben wanted me for himself. I stayed in his quarters for a while, until I found a way to escape. They were going to go and pick up a new wolf from Montana. Ben wanted to take me with him, just incase he needed a quick fix, as he called it.

When we arrived I was to stay in the hotel with Sam and Carl while Ben went with Jackie, Randal, and Will. I acted like I was asleep and waited for them to order their pizza. When the pizza man came Connor went to get it but forgot his wallet. He called Carl and told him to bring it to the front. He checked to make sure I was asleep and headed downstairs. Once he was out of the room I pulled the extra key out of my mouth, they thought they had lost it, and ran out of the room.

I got outside and took off running. I didn't stop, I didn't know where I was headed, but I kept going." I sighed in relief, finally done telling the horrible story. "That's how I got here." No one said anything. I didn't blame them. What on Earth would you say after someone told you something like that? "Excuse me," I said and got up. I walked to Rachel's room and closed the door behind me.

I lay down on the bed and cried. For my mother, father, and brother. For my loss, and pain in my chest that would never go away again.

I cried for everything.

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