The Facility - Fighting Fate

4 Chains of the past

I hadn't notice that Sōma sat down next to me until he leaned his head on my shoulders. He startled me and I stared at him for a moment.

«Are you alright?», he asked with a concerned voice, «you look a bit gloomy since you came home.»

«I'm sorry. I didn't want to worry you.»

«Isn't it normal?», he smiled, «Does it have to do something with you visiting the central hospital today?»

I nodded and thought thoroughly about how much I could tell him, because I knew it would burden him, especially as he was an omega himself. I knew his past and it was unavoidable for some parallels to open old wounds.

Sōma was born into a well-situated military family. As he was the youngest as well as the only male out of four kids, they spoiled him rotten. However, it changed drastically when his father died on his last military campaign just before his retirement. His mother had a mental breakdown on the day of the funeral and commited suicide a few days later in the hospital. Sōma, only four years old at that time had became an orphan overnight. He and his youngest sister, also just eight years old, were passed around among relatives until they could finally settle down with his oldest sister, who had already married. The middle one had already dropped out of school at this time and had fled the city with her lover and around one kilogram of cocaine. He never heard of her again.

Then, just as he thought he could start anew, he was testified as an omega in preschool. His sister who desperately tried to cling on her leftover dignity couldn't live with the shame and sold Sōma to a cheap and dirty brothel which didn't ask any questions. She marked him a bastard and removed him from the family register with bribes.

Sōma lived almost five years as a servant slave until he got his first heat. From then on he only wished to clean dirty toilets and sheets again instead of getting abused all night long. He was around fourteen years old when he met a widowed sculptor who, the first time after his fathers death, smiled at him and treated him as a human being. The old man was a regular at the pub under the brothel and his first, true friend. Half a year of visiting authorities later he got permission to adopt Sōma, giving him a warm bed and a new meaning in both their lives. Sōma was able to go to school for the first time in his live and graduated, despite all bad mouthing and prejudices, from a well-known university with magna cum laude. Nonetheless had life marked him physically and psychically. It had took me more than half a year until he was able to slowly give up his self-destructive sex habbits and even now he could get easily afraid when I pleasured him during foreplay and teased him where he felt it the most. Even kissing was a long and tedious way. Only the nightmares he had every night wouldn't go away. It was Shizukas birth which really helped his soul to start healing and flourishing more and more. Could I honestly take the responsibility if I destroyed all this now?

«I told you about the boy I found yesterday. The hospital called me because he seems to have an amnesia and can't rembember who he is and if he has a family.», it scared myself how easily I could told a lie like that, but at the moment it was surely for the best.

«Oh my, poor him. Has he not been reported missing yet?»

I knew his pity was pure but as he looked at the beer cans, I also knew he was at least skeptical if I had told him the whole truth. Cases like this were rare in this kind of small town, outside the metropolitan cities, but at the same time nothing an experienced police officer like me would bother this much – it was even more obvious as I hadn't drink alcohol at home the last few month.

I wanted to say something, when Shizuka woke up in the bedroom and started crying.

«I'll go take a look.», I said, «It's late and you've to wake up early tomorrow if I remember, so you go take a bath first.»