𝗢𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 ☆

𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱⌇✦

Sorry I haven't been uploading recent, I was unfortunately sick, I am still sick but I'm motivated to continue this book. Before I start writing the plot, I want to state that I know that none of this will happen and it will contain family issues, self-harm, pills (drugs), abuse, and etc about these type of topics. So if you are sensitive to any of these topics I don't want you to read it for your mental health and I don't want you to have flashbacks of those memories you may have.
Plot: Oliver's family had been pretty abusive towards him since he was born and since he one of the oldest brother he was excepted to do most of the "adult chores" and take care of his 2 younger siblings Sebastian and Mateo. Although he's the third to oldest the 2 older brothers were treated better than him. Until one day his parents decide to finally kick him out of the house when he almost 18. Who will he stay with? He had no lover and only 1-2 friends.
Let's starts the story now shall we?~
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Oliver's POV - Sept 9th, 2022 11:17 PM
I'm now 21 and as I'm writing this my lover, Regie, is already asleep. I want to write this because I do not want to ever try and become something like a monster to my child if I ever get any. Since I was 7, I was already learning how to clean the dishes and do laundry while 2 of my brothers that are older than me get to lay their asses around.

Those were mainly the chores I had to do when I was 7 but it gets mores stressful over each months because I get assigned to do things like taking the trash out, sweeping, and mopping the floor. Keep in mind I was only seven. If I didn't listen to my parents they would either let me sleep outside the house in the shearing warm weather of Florida or whipped me multiple times nonstop until they think it's enough.

This had caused me to have issues communicating with others the same age as me and be known as the 'weird kid', I was pretty smart but personal issues had cause me to make bad grades in school, failing most classes and take summer school. Again, my parents would be fuming about my final grades and beat the living shit out of me and not letting me eat for weeks. When I reached 5th grade I start to cut myself so badly that there are still cut marks on my skin not fading away anytime soon.

By that point I was doing most chores in the house including cooking and taking care of my younger brother that had been born 2 years ago, Sebastian. My mother thought that since I'm older than him I should be taking care of him. It should've not been responsible to be taking care of my youngest brother when both of my older brothers hangout with their girlfriends, and not helping me care for Sebastian. But, I should not blame them instead I should blame my parents for being too idiotic and wanting to get more kids.

Continue on and I was now in the 7th grade, things hadn't changed a lot but I did start overdosing very often on the weekends and late at nights. No one had caught me not even my close friends, Tyler and Bae. Tyler was the smarter one in the group while Bae was the more of a goofball although he was silly he is a computer geek. Me on the other hand..wasn't as good with anything instead more of a listener. I was also questioning my sexuality if I was bi, straight, or gay and I did try convincing myself that I like girls but I also find boys attractive so I really didn't know.

Throughout the end of 7th grade and the begin of 8th my last brother, Mateo was born. Both of my parents adore him so much that he became the center of attention and forgot about Sebastian completely. Sebastian did got into some pain and got stress a little. I didn't want him to be in a situation that I had been in multiple times ever so I comfort him and be the 'dad' anyone could ask for. The living conditions continues getting worse until I decide to save some money when I was 14 to move out at the age of 18. I am now in high school and again my grades were bad like that roach I killed the other day.

Fast forward again and I was about to turn 18. Once I finish with school and things like that I was now home and when I reached my room I saw most of my stuff in boxes. That very moment I knew I was getting kick out. My mother came in and slapped me so hard, that cheek turn red like a tomato. "How dare you keep these money to yourself. Get the fuck out of my house." She had found my stash of money and now I was officially homeless and broke. I carry most of my stuff to Tyler's House. I ring his doorbell and he look at me confused. "Hey can I stay over for a couple days until I find a job..? I got kick out." He look shock and agreed to let me stay for some days.

I explain the story to him and he gave me a hug afterwards...

"Goddamn I am already tired of writing this already." I told to myself. It was now 12:16 AM and I decide to finish writing this tomorrow. I hid my notebook from Regie and slip into his embrace.
Oliver's POV - Sept 10th, 2022 10:54 PM
I can't believe I'm writing this again and the fact I lie to myself for continue to finish this, this morning. Anyways back to the story that I won't share to anyone but for a advise to myself.

Tyler let me stay in the guest room and since this is the last year of our high school year, he, Tyler decide to invite Bae over and have a boys night out. I got dressed and since there was a carnival going on we went there. After going on our first ride, we got hungry and went to get some snacks to cure our stomach.

We were waiting in line until a group of 4 boys cut in front of us. "Excuse me, we were here first." I told them. The one with the neck tattoo look back and start to stare at me like he wants to kill me. "And?", he said. He really think that a stare would scare me, and guess who he was..Regie Macalino. "Get in the back of the line, we were here first." I remembered saying. Regie grabbed me by my shirt and throw a punch. This really pissed me off so I start fighting him but next thing I know I was being held back so was he. My nose was running with blood but I really enjoy what I did to him.

He had a black eye and blood was coming from his lip. We went back home again and Tyler help me with my bruises that I didn't notice while being held. He was probably proud of his punches on my face but I consider it as a tie. It was now our last week of school and I bump into that bitch again aka my lover. He apologized to me and I did the same. Tyler let me stay with him still even after getting a job that pay 15 per hour. (That's a good job 👀)

We start talking with each other and turns out his personality is similar to mine, just more confidences. We continue to be friends even for our first year in college and started dating. 7 months in our relationship and he told me his pass and family. He ask me if I want to share my family to him. I told them that my parents were 'dead' and he felt sorry for me, though I did not tell him anything else.

This is the end because I am too lazy to write this.
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Hello, hello! I am not as sick as I use to be and the reason why I'm writing this is to express the reality of some people childhood to show people that may not know that others life are not in rainbows and sparkles. Life is difficult as it already is and without a loving childhood it's could ruin a child mental health. So please if you are not in a good conditional state at the moment, get professional help and not ask anyone in the comments or me since I'm not good with these type of things.

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