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♛ A T L A S ♛

I am such an asshole. 

Women don't like assholes. 

So why am I still an asshole? 

I really don't know. 

I ask myself that every day and yet here I am, still single and still answer less. But being single is the least of my problems. I can get anyone I want anytime I want. 

But, consensual, of course.

Forcing someone on you is one of the most disgusting things anyone can ever do. And I think that's part of the reason I kill people. It's not that it's fun or that I enjoy it (which, don't get me wrong, I fucking do) but because they deserve it. 

I've never taken an innocent life or robbed someone from living an actually useful and beneficial life and I think it's time people realize that some people really deserve to fucking die. And if they won't do something about it, I fucking will. 

Sometimes- well, most of the time- it felt easier to lie about how I really feel rather than let it show. Like I'll say some dumb shit and then regret it later because it's not what I meant to say. My mother didn't raise me that way but I guess those are just habits and traits I've reflected from shadowing under my father and my older brother, Leo. 

And of course my mom knew that based on the way she was looking at me. She tilted her head to the side which is what she always did when she was talking to me. She was trying to figure out something- something I was hiding deep inside me and willing it to never resurface and see the light of day again. 

She always had this way of just knowing, knowing what was going on through my mind without me even opening my mouth to say a word. That's one of the things I didn't like. I didn't like how I could hide everything from everyone and push them away to the point they don't even come back again and there she would be. 

My mom is sitting in her chair in the corner, waiting to tell me cut the crap and tell her what's going on to me. And very willingly I did. I don't know what kind of magic she has, but that shit is powerful. She can get anyone to do or say anything if she wants. I want so badly to know her secret- how she does it all without...resulting to violence. 

That's probably why she's a therapist.

Yes, my mom is a therapist and married a mafia boss. That story is definitely one for the movies. Or the books. I've always liked the books better and the movies make me so mad because they always forget the main points of the book. 

Like the character will have a completely different hair color than mentioned in the story and then the whole plot will change because the love interest will actually end up looking uglier in reality, so that's why I just stick with my imagination. 

Back to what I was saying. My mom was a therapist when she was in her mid twenties which is the main reason her and my dad even met. He fell in love with her the moment he first laid eyes on her, even though he didn't admit it at first. The only reason he even attended his therapy sessions after meeting her for the first time was to see her. 

He calls it love, but I call it weakness. I call it hopelessness and desperation. I mean think about it. How can you be so infatuated and in like with someone that you basically kill yourself just to see them. My dad obviously hated the idea of discussing his feelings but when he saw my mom, that all changed. 

Now, I'm not trying to shade or call my parents' bluff on their so lovey dovey happy love story. I actually enjoy hearing their story every time because it makes me laugh. I find it funny how my dad joked that he would kill himself if my mom didn't marry him and she said he should do it- which is very therapeutic of her, might I add.