Asmodeus and his Private Lover.

Memories

"Honey look at our sweet little Cutie!" My mother said to my youngest brother. 

I was the third eldest brother, my Older sis Avery was in the hospital... She was in a coma and the eldest. Well I never met them, but from what I heard they were insane. The younger children were loved by mom and dad. By that I mean my younger brothers and sisters, there was seven of us. 

"Ma, I did the dishes and made the food." I told her. 

"Yeah, yeah Charles. Oh come here You piece of shit and help you brother fix his clothes." I did as I was told. I was neglected by them, yet I couldn't leave.

"Sis can I talk with you in private?" Charles asked. 

"Why?" Candy asked. Charles just sighed and left the room. he didn't bother dealing with people so he left. 

"Charles Come here!" His mother yelled and got no response. 

"Damn it CHARELS ALEXANDER DOXI, Get your Idiotic ass OVER HERE!!" She Yelled louder.... Nothing, no response. 

"Honey! He's not doing what I'm telling him to do!" She yells to her husband. 

"I'll deal with it Sweetheart~." He replied. He walked over to the kitchen and finding it empty.

"Bunnies do you know where that rat ran of to?" He asked the young kids.

They pointed to the wide open door that led to the garden. As he happily thanked his youngest children Charles walked in with a basket full of ingredients. Charles set them down on the kitchen table. His father, Well he wasn't a good man... 

"Charles, my dear son~ . "His father said.

Charles knew that His father, Damien Alexander was one hell of a violent man. Charles was on the floor covered with cuts and Bruises. His father grabbed him by his hair and dragged to the living. His father yanked him up and made him stand. 

"Now why are ya actin like this Charles! I am your mother and I deserve respect!" She yelled into his face.

Though Charles hated everything about them he took the pain like a boxer, not flinching if his father was in his face. He was done with all the bulling, punching and kicks he got from everyone. He wanted to die, but not in this place, never here. So at night he grabbed his things which was only some clothes, some plant seeds, a few apples, water, a teddy bear that his grandmother gave him and four triple bologna mayonnaise sandwiches. 

He opened the door to the house and whispered "Fuck this place"

He turned around and leaving the door wide open.

Charles was near the High Stream Bridge, one of the most known for suicide sites. He stood there looking into the deep blue waters... He sighed and kept walking. When he looked up there was two men walking towards him grinning. Charles felt uncomfortable so he turned around and walked faster the other direction. When he got to near a area covered with clubs and bars he decided to go have fun while he had time.

One bar after another and one club after another he slowly drove attention to himself. Even if he was skinny, he knew how to dance and sing, his voice echoed everyone falling for it, adoring it. As he ended his song he jumped off the stage landing on his legs and laughing. He told everyone that he was going off to have more fun, many were bummed out about it others told him good luck and have fun.

He left the club happily. Charles was so grateful that he met so many people who actually seem to care. He got to the bridge again, taking a big breath and exhaling. He was walking on the bridge happily and thinking about his night, since it was already dawn. He had so much fun, but that left quickly... He remembered how badly his family treated him. His own Siblings never cared. His parents Hated him. He had no one...

He slowed down near the end of the bridge. What will I do next?, Where can I go?, Am I always going be Alone?... He thought. 

"Heyyy~ Cutie why are you in this side of town~?"  a man asked creepily. 

"Uhhhh I'm just wondering around." I told him very uncomfortably.

"Don't be so tight babe." The second man said flirting. 

"Uhh..okay.. Well I'll be off now". I told them trying to leave the area as fast as possible.

"Sweetie come with us. Lets have some fun~" The first guy said grabbing my arm.

"Please no. I don't want to. I really need to go." I started to panic. 

"Don't worry your pretty little face." The first guy said 

"We will take care of you~" The second guy said. They took me by my arms.

Before I knew it, I was in a alleyway getting smothered by them. I begged them to stop, I pushed and kicked, bite and screamed but no one came to help me. I was alone with them. I thought that I knew people well... Fuck that, I don't know shit. I'm just a kid, I just want it to stop....

The cold pain... It hurts too much.. I wanna see my sister... I..want..to..see..Marco....

To be continued......

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-Cathy