Looked over at his cell phone, the time was 6:03am. The wusky grumbled as he shifted his body under the blankets, not wanting to get up. He tried to roll back over and fall back asleep, but it was no use. His mind was telling him not to sleep, and his bladded was also telling him to get up. He let out a sigh and got up.
	"Maybe today will be a better day..." he told himself as he went into the bathroom to releave himself.  
	He washed his hands and trodded back into his room. He lay back on his bed, wondering what to do to pass the time. He thought about pawing, but he wasn't in the mood. He just lay there, thinking, reflecting, trying to keep his inner demons down, for although he was a very happy, caring, and sweet wusky, his past was anything but perfect. He was a wusky with a horrible past.
	He just sat there, as the flashbacks came crawling back into his mind. It was like he was watching a home movie of his entire past, with vivid and disturbing detail.
	It started out when he was 5, and his uncle came to live with his family. His uncle was a wolf, his mother's brother, and one of the nicest and sweetest wolves you could imagine. He quickly became the wusky's best friend, they were inseperable, they played video games, board games, watched TV, went to the park. They were best buddies, but sadly it would not last.
	Within a year of moving in, the Wolf developed cancer, and was in and out of hospitals for 8 months. But then came the day when he came home, the cancer seemed to be gone. He was again the Wusky's buddy. Things were back to normal at last! The Wusky was so happy, that he never saw what was coming next.
	Within 4 months, his uncle began acting very weak and sickly. He went back to the hospital, where again he was diagnosed with cancer. He was in the hospital for weeks, but this time the treatments were not affecting the cancer. The wusky was sad, for he was not allowed to visit his favorite uncle in the hospital. All he could do was hope and pray.
	But sadly, as it happens all too frequently, the Wolf was no match for the cancer. He passed away just before Valentine's day. The Wusky took the news hard, and ever harder still, he was not permitted to attend the funeral. He never got to say goodbye to his buddy.
	The wusky then flashedback to when he was 8. He met the most beautiful, and sweet Vixen. She rode the same school bus that he did. He was very shy, but she was not. She liked the Wusky, and they soon became great friends. 
	They talked every day, hugged, and even held hands from time to time. They only rode the bus together, but it was as if they had been friends for life. She was the Wusky's best friend, and first crush. But yet again...disaster was looming in the shadows.
	The wusky went to school one day, the entire school was quiet. The teachers were not talking like they usually do, the mood was very heavy. The wusky wasn't sure what was going on, until the morning announcements.
	"We would like to take this time to observe a moment of silence for 2 students who tragically lost their lives last evening..." The wusky was speachless as he heard the names of the vixen and her older brother. His face went white, he felt sick, but couldn't cry. He just stared off into space. His teachers told him to go to the nurses office, and they sent him home. 
	The wusky was heartbroken again, the only 2 good friends he had ever known have died and left him. He wondered if he was cursed. The next 3 years at school would prove to be harder then he could imagine.
	He had no friends in school, he was a loner. He was a good cub, got good grades, was smart and caring, and yet he was outcast...maybe because he was a hybrid, maybe because he was good at school...he never knew, but all he knew is that everyday at recess he was taunted, bullied, and beaten up by everyone in his class, and when he would tell the teacher, the lion would just look at the cub and say "Just stay away from them" The wusky wondered...."How do you avoid your ENTIRE class?" 
	But he muddled through it, and he made it through elementary school, he thought the worst was over, but more was still to come.
	Over that summer, his mother worked days, so he was left in the care of his fathers brother, his uncle, a fox. The wusky liked the fox, he seemed like a nice guy, but he drank beer a lot, but so did his dad, so he thought nothing of it. 
	Things were great at first, they would play board games, tag, hide and seek. The first week was very nice, the summer would surely be great with his uncle. Oh how wrong he was....
	It started out one day when they went swimming in the pool. The fox told the wusky to put on his bathing suit, but to change in front of him. The wusky was a little emberassed, but he did it, after all, they were both males, so whats the harm. He changed, as did the the fox, but he noticed the foxes sheath was bigger, and looked swollen. He didnt know why it was like this, but was too shy to ask. 
	So they both jumped into the pool, and began to swim around, all was fine at first, but then the fox swam into the corner and called over the wusky. The wusky swam over, and asked "What is it uncle?" 
	The fox just smiled and said "Come sit on my lap" The wusky wasn't sure why, but he did as he was told, and sat in the older males lap. His uncle started to grind again the cub's rear a bit, causing the cub to blush. He felt that this was wrong, but part of him liked it. Then his uncle reached his paw into the cub swim suit and groped the young males sheath and balls a little. Again, the cub felt very wrong, but at the same time, not. 
	After a few minutes they got out, and got changed. Things seemed alright after that, until 2 days later when they were playing hide and seek.
	They were in the basement of the house, playing hide and seek, the cub's favorite game. After a few mins, the fox again retreated to a dark corner, and called the cub over. The cub came over, and was again told to turn around. He did, reluctantly, and he felt the fox take the cubs paw and bring it up to the foxes pants, forcing the cub to grope the fox. The cub closed his eyes and kept doing what his uncle wanted, now the cub knew this was really not right, but he had no way to stop it.
	Over the summer, things got worse. Everything that 2 males could do, the fox tried to do with the cub. From making the cub try to blow him, to even trying to mount the poor cub. Everything he could do, he attempted, and succeeded on most of them.
	The Wusky told no one this for years, he was too scared. He was ashamed, and nervous no one would believe him. And, if that wasn't enough, the wusky was gay. He was even afraid they would say "Well you're gay, so you must have liked it" or something. He had nowhere to turn.
	It was at this moment that the wusky snapped back to present day, hearing his mother calling out for him. "Torbi! Get up or you'll be late for school!" He looked as his cell phone. 7:35am. He took a deep breath and told himself "This is it...this is the day..." He walked downstairs "Mom...Dad....there is something I need to tell you..."