Is This Enough ||MxM || Lgbtq+ [ON Hiatus]

Chapter 13

This chapter delves into the difficult and uncomfortable topics of attempted sexual assault and abuse. It is crucial to understanding Leo's relationship with his parents. I must stress that I do not condone or approve of this behaviour in any way. If the content of this chapter is too triggering or makes you feel uncomfortable, please feel free to skip ahead to page 9.

Leonardo's P.O.V.

He's 18 at this point.

I experienced the most exhilarating moment of my life when I was selected as class president. My school, one of the most prestigious in Velves, bestowed upon its student body a great honour, and I was the lucky recipient. As part of my privileged position, I was given a host of benefits, from free trips and unlimited hall passes, to the opportunity to help shape the school environment. But as soon as the school day was over, I was reminded of the stark contrast between my two worlds - the one of privilege where I was school president and the one of deprivation that was my home.

As I drove up to the imposing facade of our estate, I noticed something peculiar; a convertible was sitting parked outside. I put my car in park and made my way to the gate by the grand three-story structure. I yelled into the intercom and was granted access to the property. Once inside, I took off my shoes and replaced them with sandals. This was due to my mom's strict rule against allowing any kind of bacteria to enter the house.

This house was a stunning showcase of wealth, extravagance, and craftsmanship. Its intricate details and lavish embellishments created a sense of awe and grandeur, while its imposing façade, graced with magnificent pillars, was awe-inspiring yet intimidating.

My mother was savouring her cup of tea in the sitting room, wearing a striking blue pantsuit. As I walked up to her, I couldn't contain my enthusiasm to spread the happy announcement.

I greeted my mother with a cheery "Good afternoon!" but unfortunately, she was too preoccupied to respond. Undeterred, I tried again, this time with an exciting announcement. "Mother, you're not going to believe what happened at school today – it was truly incredible!"

"I don't care. Stop being a pest. " She snapped.

The living room was enveloped in an eerie stillness. I couldn't believe it; Ezra had barely scraped through his winter exams yet was at his friend's house! I had been good all year, never once gotten into trouble, and yet I was the one labelled the 'pest'. I decided to take my leave before things could get any more heated. From the floor below I could hear faint moans and I hastened up the grand marble staircase to investigate.

Every area of the house was filled with an atmosphere of extravagance, yet for me it was an ornate prison. The excessive luxury was stifling, entrapping me in a realm of materialism and superficiality.

As I made my way through the house, the distinct moans grew louder and more intense. I realized that the only room that could be the source of the noise was my parents'. Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened the door and was shocked to discover Sydney on top of my father, both of them in an intimate embrace.

Droplets of sweat glistened on her forehead, as she pushed her body against his. Her breathing was laboured, and her eyes were closed, as if she were in a trance. She called out to him, "Fuck. Don't stop!" as she continued her movements, her locks bouncing from high to low.

He made a sound of approval as his hands explored her soft curves, gently stroking her breasts. His admiration of her beauty was evident in his words, as he affectionately referred to her as  'such a pretty slut'.

"What the hell!" I said.

Sydney was pushed aside, and Father turned to me. "What is it, boy?! Don't you see I'm doing something?" he yelled.