D E A N
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Death is something that didn't scare me I was prepared for it at all times.
The scary part is leaving your family, and never seeing the people you love most again.
Parisa was my family and leaving her wasn't something I was prepared for. Her touch is something I ache for, her smile is something I see when I go to sleep, and her smell is permanently glued to my nose.
I long for my lips to connect to her soft ones, but right now that isn't possible.
Parisa has had my heart since the day she started a relationship with my child, my sweet baby Hazel.
Hazel was the hardest person to leave.
Watching her not grow up was my greatest fear, but I chose not to for the past 2 almost 3 years.
Good thing I'm not dead yet.
After everything went down my 'guards' finally showed up to protect me.
They quickly rushed me to a private ER my father has with undercover doctors.
I had to go to therapy and all of that, I couldn't find Parisa afterward for a few months.
I went to my baby mother's home and she said she put Hazel up for adoption. There was nothing I could do because I didn't go to any of the custody court dates, so she won the battle and put my child up for adoption.
I fell into depression and found myself miles away.
When I was 18 I went to college for my doctorate to become a teacher at a college.
I wanted to put it to use, so I became, a teacher, for a year.
I fucked a few bitches while I was there, but it wasn't anything special. I ended up leaving when my dad found out I was alive. He was happy to see me and so were some people, but I didn't want to be seen.
So I wore a black outfit.
My dad brought in someone's new named, Kenzo Jones.
Kenzo was a nice guy at first, very respectful and we got along really well. That quickly changed when I found out he fucked Parisa.
I've been acting differently towards him, but I haven't told him why.
Parisa is mine and I'll kill every fucking body I have to, to make sure of it.
Even Kenzo.
I've been holding back because I want Parisa to be happy sexually, but I'm what's good for her mental state.
My death probably fucked it up tremendously, but I can fix my angel.
She adopted Hazel, so now I know Haz is safe and healthy with her mother.
Kenzo and I live in an apartment together.
I know I can go for bigger and better, but in the beginning, I was cool with Kenzo.
He doesn't know me as 'Dean' he calls me Milo. I don't speak to anyone outside of Kenzo and my dad. When Parisa spoke to me I wanted nothing but to snatch my mask off and kiss her.
I can't bring myself to come back into her life after I put her through so much.
"Milo! MILO! Man look," Kenzo slaps my chest with the back of his hand. He shows me a picture of a text message between him and Parisa.
