King of the revolution (boyxboyxboy)

(14)Anger keeps me going

"You make me angry, and maybe I like that"

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⚠️ Warning! Mentions of abuse ⚠️

Dion looked around the dimly lit office. Books and papers were scattered everywhere, and in the center stood his fathers brown desk. The desk was always bigger than him, but now things were different and Dion didn't understand why. He was older, and so was his father. Had Derix come for him?

Suddenly his father appeared from behind him, breathing down his neck angrily. Dion jumped in fear and tensed at the strong grip going around his throat. It felt just like Max Rivers hand, trying to kill him, suffocate him. Dion tried to scream but no words came out of his mouth. Derix smirked creepily before twisting his face into a terrifying expression.

"What have you done!"

Dion immediately thought about Allan and Jake. Panic rose in his chest and his fathers grip tightened around his throat. Tears filled his eyes. His father had found out about his encounters with Allan and Jake! He was done for! He had betrayed his father! He had betrayed Derix Elton!

"How dare you! How dare you!"

Suddenly Derix's hand left his throat and Dion sank to his knees, trying to catch his breath. The intimidating presence above him laughed maniacally. Dion screamed in pain as he felt harsh fingers in his hair, pulling him up from the ground, forcing him to face his father.

"I raise you and this is what I get in return!?"

Tears of panic escaped Dions eyes as he looked at the man in front of him. There was nothing he could do but beg for his forgiveness.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry father! Please forgive me!"

Derix growled and let go of his hair, kicking him to the ground. Dion had no strength left, landing harshly on the stone floor below him. Pain shot through his back and he hissed loudly. Instinctively his hands went to protect his face, shaking in fear, anticipating the next hit. His heart stopped at the sound of a gun clicking. With widened eyes the black haired boy looked at the gun pointed at him by his father.

"You serve no purpose to me anymore"

"No!"

Dion sat up, tears running down his cheeks and eyes widened in horror. The image of his father holding a gun above his head were still too vivid, too real. He looked around, expecting to see his father only to be met with silence. With shaky hands he wiped his tears. He was still in his own dorm. It was a dream.

But the fear was still there, and it only took a few seconds before he was shaking under his blanket, convinced that his father was out to get him at any moment. It had been awhile since he last had nightmares like this, nightmares about his father. Dion knew exactly why he was having such dreams. He was a fool to even consider the rebellions proposal.

And so Dion started distancing himself from Allan and Jake. What was the point in continuing such a relationship when he knew they would never hurt Aiden or force him into it anyways. It was his decision and his decision was no. There was no way he could go against his father, not now and not ever. It didn't matter who's side he was on, it looked like whatever he chose it would be death that would follow. It was best to stick with what he knew rather than something else, even though both options could result in pain, suffering and death.