☕︎Vacancy☕︎

~11~

Remy

"Oh, you're such an angel!" I bemusedly watched as one of Granger's maids pinched at the hollowed cheeks of a blushing Fenry.

He giggled and let a small smile stretch his face as he looked at her while his legs swung from the counter in the kitchen. Fenry truly looked younger than he was and for whatever reason, it made me happy that he was at least becoming more himself again.

Fenry and I had been eating cereal while the others were upstairs doing lord-knows-what. They still really had yet to come out of their shells, and by that, I meant their rooms as well. And I was perfectly fine with spending some time with just Fenry. You were sure to never get bored of him, albeit a bit annoyed perhaps. But that was more than typical anyway when dealing with him.

At least his personality and behavior well suited his feminine-esque and childlike features.

Fenry and I were always a bit closer anyway, and maybe that was because he was a bit younger than me. Our mothers were childhood friends and according to some of the other women around us, they were abducted together and hard to separate when they were younger. We learned that we'd all been placed together because most of our mothers had been in a whorehouse and they didn't keep offspring around for long, if at all.

Of course, unless we get paternity tests done, some of us were never going to know who our fathers were. And I don't know how many of the other guys felt about that in particular, but I was perfectly okay with that.

I didn't want to know the man who had, intentionally or unintentionally put me through hell. My father would remain a faceless, nameless figure who I had grown to hold much resentment for as a young child.

Fenry and I had grown closer together as the years went by. It was way too often that I saw him working the same street or block as I. He had always been more friendly and bubbly and clearly more intact with the child still roaring inside of him. But beyond the mask he always wore, you saw a broken little boy who was hurt by everyone that a little boy is supposed to learn to love, as he was betrayed by those he'd always hope to grow with. By those he'd thought would be there forever.

It was the strangest thing to grow up only remembering less than half of your childhood, and knowing that the most traumatic events were the ones that stuck the most. The memories that were always more prominent in the forefront of your mind. Where we should have only been dreaming about finishing school or having an amazing career, fantasizing about life, partying or working or living their life to the fullest. Not wasting a moment missing all of the bittersweet moments that you never had. The bittersweet moments that you'll never get back.

Most of our fun came from made up games and substances we managed to get our hands on.

It's hard to live your entire life in fear and hatred while most little boys our ages then were giggling about kissing girls and fighting over video games. The most normal that things ever got for us were the times when the house-mother would let us into the secluded backyard or the creepy basement moist with moss due to the broken window and lonely thunderstorms. There weren't a lot of toys to play with or friends to be made. Just rampant imaginations that were slowly replaced with the filthy desires and dark pleasures of desperately creepy men and older women of the likes. Something that shouldn't have been so normal for us but it was all we ever experienced. What we thought would be all that we would ever see of life.

And then a much less than selfish rich man comes along and pays our way out of the lifestyle that was holding us back.

It felt like such an honor to know that somewhere out there, there were still people willing to spend a huge fortune on nothing more than a few street whores and try to help them be an average person again. Not to say that prostitutes aren't average people, for they're as existent as the next being. But to help five younger men out of the kindness of one's heart. To go out of your way to make sure that they're okay.