━━━━GREAT GODS!
❝ but do you feel like
a young god? ❞
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tw: attempted rape, death
━chapter seven, ❝ajax hates his dreams!❞ 『A J A X』
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━━━Ajax relives his worst memory.
His worst memory should've been when his Uncle Ted went psycho, but this isn't it. It's the memory of what happened to his mother━and what happened to get them on the road that night.
He is back in his ten-year-old self━scrawny arms, long legs, and messy brown hair. He lays down on his bed, his lamp the only source of light in the room. His little thumbs press buttons on his Nintendo DS. He plays Super Mario 64━he used to be obsessed with that game. He hasn't touched it in years, so seeing the game now, even if it is in a dream... It gives him a strong sense of nostalgia.
His mom and Dave had returned from their night out nearly an hour ago. Ajax's babysitter had not shown up that evening, and his mother had been especially anxious to leave him alone. He isn't sure why━he's mature for his age. He can cook things in the microwave, he is responsible, and he knows how to swing a bat in case of intruders. But Dave had insisted, "The kid'll be fine. Let's go, honey."
Gods, how Ajax hated him━and he still does, even if the man is dead.
His mother had met Dave a couple of months ago, back when Ajax went to therapy (a story for another day). Dave worked for a furnishing company━he was a manager there━and he certainly wasn't the most attractive man in the world (Ajax's mother was very pretty; she could've done way better!). Dave was white, with greying brown hair (and a weird-shaped head, if you asked Ajax) and beady blue eyes. Ajax didn't like his smile, his eyes, his hair, his head, or the way he talked, but as long as his mother was happy... Well, he'd tolerate him.
Apparently, Dave decided to stay. For how long, Ajax didn't know. He hoped not long. He wanted to go downstairs and get a glass of milk. His throat was scratchy as he hadn't had anything to drink for a few hours.
Finally━ugh━Ajax figured out a plan to sneak by without bothering them. They were downstairs on the couch, drinking a glass of wine.
He put his Nintendo DS down and slides into his slippers. His shoulders bunch up with tension and his fingers play together nervously, but he walked out of his room and started to walk downstairs. He made it down the stairs, into the living room, and was about to sneak past when he saw an odd sight for little Ajax.
He saw his mother asleep, passed out, laying across the couch with her arm hanging off the side. His mother's drunken wine glass sits on the coffee table, along with Dave's. He saw Dave standing before her, that creepy smile Ajax never liked on his face, taking off his belt.
