An Alpha Twice Removed

Ezra's story

*Present day*

Ezras pov:

I woke up feeling way too depressed for class today, and honestly, any interaction, in general, was beyond more than I can handle. Lately, it just feels like I can't talk to anyone about anything without some damn remorse or pitiful look on their faces. I mean I get it. My parents passed and everyone just wants to show they care for me but I can't seem to shake the feeling that it's all just fake. fake love, fake support. Sometimes I just feel like even Rebecca has started to pity me but also deep down it feels like she's loving the attention their deaths brought her just being with me. Once I even heard her talking about how sad and distraught she was at the funeral. But my parents didn't even like her. And she knew it. The whole funeral she didn't cry once, nor did she even look sad about the whole ordeal. She was just happy to have a reason to dress up and get out of the house. She even went live on palm book right next to their caskets and showed herself doing a "Sad face" and to top it off she paired it with a simple hashtag "#Sad". Pathetic I know. I can't wait to get rid of her. But she refuses to stop following me around like a lost puppy. If I wasn't so damn horny all the time maybe id kick her to the curb but for now she can keep riding my bandwagon till I find someone better to fill the void my parents left deep inside of me. I just feel so empty without them. Without dad constantly pushing me to be great and making me work out early mornings I was beginning to feel more backed up than usual. Guess Rebecca has her uses after all. I think ill call her over today when queen and Ellie finally leave for the day. Not like she has anything better to do than be at my beck and call anyway. And I'm sure Ellie would love not having her at school for just one day. She better enjoy it. I mean hey what are brothers for...Am I right? I picked up the house phone and dialed her number soon as I heard the door shut letting me know they had both left for the day. "Finally the house to myself " I thought as the phone began to ring. 

"Hello?" she picked up on the second ring .. See how desperate she is. 

"Yo it's me.. Feel like cutting with me?" 

"Uhh. hell yeah! where'd you want to meet?" she replied.

"Just come to my house everyone's gone, it's just me here," I told her.

"Okay be there in a few," she said before hanging up.

I hopped up out of bed for the first time today walked across the hall to the shared bathroom and turned on the shower letting it run warm as I grabbed a towel and some clean red basketball shorts. I know what you are thinking... No draws? nope, I wanted to be ready, ready. No time wasted. Stepping into the warm water letting it run down my back first as I poured some shampoo into my left hand then began to lather it through. Then grabbed my blue bottle of body wash squirting a few dabs onto my washcloth rubbing the soap in the palm of my hand until satisfied with the amount of suds on it. I then began to soap up from my face down to my feet. Rinsing off before I let the water run through my hair letting the soap run down my body until the water ran clear. shutting off the water, reaching out for my soft brown towel. Drying myself off from head to toe. I slid on my shorts before heading downstairs to let Rebecca in. I was sure she'd be here already for the simple fact that she only lives a block over. And I'm sure she's been waiting out there this whole time. Not that I really cared anyway. Opening the door I found her sitting on the steps looking really annoyed. as she got up, entering the house she couldn't help but b***h about the long wait. But I was far from giving a f**k honestly. Couldn't even tell you what she said. I really wasn't listening as I shut the door locking it behind her and walked off back to my bedroom. With her following behind still blabbing her gums. Once in my room I immediately proceeded to get undressed. Rebecca took one look at me and finally stopped yapping, she knew what the objective was. She knew what I needed and right now that wasn't another one of her infamous lectures on how to treat her. I wasn't dumb. I knew how to treat a woman right and my parents raised me better than that, but right now as of lately, I didn't much care. I told her to shut up and do what she came here for. And we both knew what that was. She dropped to her knees, grabbed hold of me shoved it in her mouth, I shut my eyes tilted my head back, as she proceeded to bob her head back and forth. I was a little distracted this time so it took a while. It normally only took her a few minutes but for almost 30minutes she was going at it like a true soldier till she completed her mission. When I finally came she stood to her feet wiping her mouth. Afterward she barely even looked up at me. I'm sure she was getting tired of being used. And for that, I couldn't blame her. Figured it was only a matter of time till I cut her loose anyway. As harsh as that may sound. Not even sure who I am anymore. Less sure of what I even wanted either, but I knew it wasn't her. It would never be her. It's slowly becoming more and more obvious every day but it's like she refuses to see it. We stood there in awkward silence for a minute as she seemed to be gathering her thoughts. I turned to my closet door opened the door and began rifling through my clothes looking for something decent to wear. She just kept standing there behind me not saying a word. I preferred it that way anyway. even still I could feel her eyes on me. Just stood there watching me in complete silence. I swear I could hear her heartbreaking but I didn't really care much about it. Sucks but I'm just not who I once was. When my parents died the real me died along with them. I was becoming unrecognizable even to my damn self. I'm sure my mother would be turning in her grave if she knew what I was thinking lately. 

I picked out some green sweats and a white t-shirt. Then turned to my left and grabbed some black socks and my white sneakers. Figured it would be a nice day for a mid-day training session. Pulling my white tee over my head while stepping out of my red shorts, I tugged on my green sweats. Slipping on my socks and shoes then headed out the door pushing past Rebecca still standing there in the middle of my room. In that same spot. Not even bothering to look back at her over my shoulder as I left. Pitiful. That's how she looked to me. But still, I didn't care. Running down the stairs and heading out the front door, I was off to the packhouse to whip those lazy f**ker's into shape a bit. Needed something to take the edge off. And training did just that. It was like my drug giving me a high I couldn't explain. And the adrenaline kicking in wasn't so bad either. I think better when my heart is pounding in my chest anyway. I'd pick strength over weakness any day!