A disgrace

Danny’s POV

If you ever thought your life is really so bad, you definitely haven't heard my story yet.

"Mum please stop, you are hurting me!" I yelled at the top of my voice as she pulled me by the hair, shoving me straight into the couch.

My weight slammed on it, as tears began to spill out my eyes.

"You feminine bastard!" she thundered, pointing fingers at me. "It's bad enough you are a weak omega, but how dare you choose to be a stripper? why can't you be like your brothers? Strong and capable Alpha's, why can't you be normal?"

Her voice echoed loud in the house, as my alpha brothers just watched her, laughing at my pain like they always did.

This isn't a first time thing though. This was my life everyday. With every passing day I get hated in this house for one thing or the other. Growing up, I was first hated for being too feminine. I thought that would be the worst that could happen to me but no, it got worse.

I took the secondary test at the age of eighteen. All my elder step brothers turned out to be Alphas as expected, but I? was a disappointment.

My test result came out to be an omega. A male omega, capable enough to give birth. My mum got heartbroken and disgusted by the news, that's when the bullying got worse for me. My family make it seem like it was my fault I turned out to be an omega. Aside that I was born a fem boy okay, I wish I wasn't but this is who I am, beside I didn't create myself.

Also, about being a stripper? Yes my step mum was right. I am a stripper. Not just any stripper, but the one who's mask fell in the club while performing. I was filmed, and my video went viral. That's how my family found out about my secret job.

"Answer me?!" she yelled, "Why are you stripping in a club?"

"You don't give me money!" I finally mustered up the courage to yell back. "You wouldn't pay my tuition fees... how else do you expect me to survive?!"

My mum froze. "Are you talking back at me?" she barked.

I stared at her, yes it was the first time I talked back, but to be honest she literally just asked me a question that needed an answer, why was she now getting offended, after giving her an answer.

"We should kick him out of the house mum, my friends are going to taunt me with this," Lucas, my eldest brother purred.

"Yes, we should," Connor cut in. "Mum, what if your fiancé finds out about this? He won't invest in the hotel if he finds out you have a son who sells his body for money!"

Listening to them talk about me, like I was some piece of furniture they could just throw out the house, I scoffed out a little laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" Lucas shot at me.

"You know what?" I said, looking back at them. "You don't need to chase me out. I will leave on my own."

I lunged straight into my room and slammed the door shut. In a fluid motion, I started shoving all my clothes inside my box. I am twenty-three now, and I am sure I can survive on my own on the streets. I will forget about school and just focus on myself, on what to eat, and how to pay rent. Tears began spilling over my eyes again, before I could even stop them.

I don't understand this. Why am I so unlucky? I see students every day with parents that loves them, whether they were omegas, betas or Alphas. But why was my case different.

At first, I thought she hated me because I was too feminine, so I changed. I cut my hair shorter. I stopped wearing the clothes I liked. I forced myself to walk, talk and act like my brothers. It still wasn't enough. No matter who I became, she always found another reason to hate me.

Sometimes I wonder if it's because I wasn't her biological child. My dad used to tell me, you should see her as your mother. Call her mummy. Well I did just that, but she never for once reciprocated my effort.

"I give up!" I yelled loudly to the room as I zipped my box and started rolling it out.

They watched me struggle with my box as I rolled it through the living room. They didn't even say a word. My angry mum was now fixated on her call, and my brothers were focused back on the TV.

You wouldn't believe it but this house I was being chased from was bought by my late father. I warned him not to marry then, after my mum's death but he never listened. He brought a woman and her son's home and then died shortly after. Leaving me all alone in this world, with no defense.

I finally left the apartment and hit the night air. It was already past 11 PM. Where the hell do I go from here?

My friend Erica wasn't in town, and to be honest, I didn't want to bother her right now. I checked my account balance on my bank app. I had just hundred dollars there. After paying my tuition and other fees in school for the year, all my bank accounts were totally on red now.

I should book a cab to a cheap hotel. I scrolled to the ride app and ordered a cab. In minutes, the black camry came and I got in.

"Good evening," I greeted as I entered, and the man only nodded.

I rested my head on the headrest, my stomach twisting in several knots. Well, I should be relieved I finally left, right? I looked back at the house as the vehicle zoomed off. I closed my eyes shut, trying my best to see if I could delete all the horrible memories from my head.

Cough, cough.

Moments later, I started coughing and I opened my eyes and looked outside the window. It was all dark. We were on a lonely road, covered with dense bushes.

"Sir, did you take the wrong turn?" I asked.

The driver didn't answer.

A cold chill began to run down my spine immediately.

"Sir?" I called again, and that's when it started hitting me. I started feeling dizzy. My head began to spin out of control.

"Sir?!" I called out again, and the next thing was a hit straight to my face.