Adore or Love, My Dear?

(OLD)Note 3, Hurt for Deity's

Warning: Cussing and child ab^se
A week of very shitty detention was even more hell. I kept almost forgetting about it, so Mr. Korsman had dragged me whenever it was my last hour of the day. Could hell get any worse?!
Remember that stupid note that my parents gave me, and it was the first day of my after-school detention? Yea, that didn't really go well.
After I was dismissed and my parents weren't there, I had to try to walk all the way to go to a tiny store to find some items. " 'I had a harder life! Blah blah blah!' Mom, you just don't understand school." I said to myself when I got the items.
When I returned home that day, they asked me why I was late. No wonder where I get my forgetfulness from! "Because I had after-school detention, then I had to get these fucking items on your fucking list!" I argued.
That just resulted in my dad slapping my face, which turned red. I went to my room, not bother to eat dinner, and threw up. A lot. Whenever I would touch where my dad slapped me on the face, it stinged(well, of course, and I'm that dumb to realize). "God..." I mumbled.
A few minutes later, I stopped throwing up and crying a little. That night, I just cried myself to sleep, not caring if my parents heard me or not.
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Whenever it was the next day, and it was my second after-school detention, I didn't want to go to school. School was already bad to me as it was. I looked at myself in the mirror, having my favorite black hoodie on, and I then saw where my dad had slapped me on my face.
It was visible all right. I sighed. I grabbed a black mask and wore it, hoping it wouldn't be too obvious that I was covering it up, but my stupid brain couldn't learn how to stop being very stupid.
When I got on the bus, Error asked, "You okay? You have a mask on..." "I'm fine. Just allergies." I lied. I felt horrible lying to Error, but I didn't want to tell him the truth. I didn't want him to feel sorry for me. Besides, I was fine. I can handle it.
I've been handling my parents like this for 13 years already(well, more than 13, but right then, it was 13).
"You don't sound sick." Error said. I looked the other way from him. "Adelram..." He put his hand on my shoulder, and I flinched a little.
"What's going on?" I shook my head, not answering.
"I won't judge you or anything...besides, you probably have stuff way harder than me right now." Error said. I was surprised to hear that.
"W-What do you mean?" I asked. "I'll tell you, if you tell me." Error said. "Tsk... playing hard to get..." I said, jokingly. Error looked down, blushing a little.
"Oh, stop it!" He exclaimed. I rolled my eyes. "Eh, no." I smirked a little under my mask.
"Okay, serious now..." Error said, getting me back on track. I nodded.
What was I worrying about? I can trust Error. I trust him more than my parents. I also trust him way more than Lithia and Crystal.
I started explaining to him. "Well, I got detention because of Lithia, and I got a week of after-school detention, and on my first day, which was yesterday, my parents did a grocery list for me, and they seemed to forget about it."
I laughed it off a little and continued. "I came back home, and they were so angry at me for being late, I told them why, and my dad...he slapped me on the face..." I took off my mask, and Error's eyes went wide. "God, Adelram..." He mumbled. He put his hand near my cheek, and I almost winced. "Sorry." He apologized.
"You're fine." I said. Error examined it a little while, then got his hand off of my cheek. "I actually know how to help it." Error said happily.
I was very surprised. "Really?" I asked. He nodded. "Yep!" He held my hands and then closed his eyes. I felt myself blush a little, and I felt the stingy-ness from my face go away.
Error opened his light blue eyes, and looked at me and smiled a little. It felt like my breath was caught by seeing his eyes. 'Get yourself together Adelram...' I told myself. 'You two are just friends...' I cleared my throat, which made Error get his hands off of my hands. "When did you learn how to do that?" I asked. 

"Oh...well, it was from a book that I've been reading for awhile now." Error answered. "A book?" I asked, then sighed. "Error, I'm the one who's supposed to be stupid-" "I know it sounds stupid, but it isn't! I have been reading some books about magic, and...well, let's just say, Gods, Goddesses and Deity's aren't the only one with magic." Error explained. I was surprised to hear that. "So...us mortals can have magic too?" I asked. Error nodded. "Yea...but we're-" "You." I correct him. "Fine, yes, I'm getting off topic. Since you told me what was happening to you, I guess I can tell you what's going on with me."  Error said. I looked at him, a little concerned. 

"Alright..." I said. Error looked down and started to explain. "Gods, Goddesses and Deity's are afraid of me now. I don't know why, and my parents never told me...well, I don't even know if they knew why either. Some prophecy, which is bullshit. The Gods, being bitches they are...got my parents to a different world, or a different place far away from me, but I think that they were killed. I tried praying to the Gods, and Goddesses...no answer yet. They won't tell me why, which is crazy since my parents were so close with them! I haven't told anyone else, not even Lithia or Crystal...I don't know what's going on with the Gods...maybe they're doing something to me that I can't figure out yet." I was surprised and angry. "Well fuck them!" I said angrily. 

Error nodded. "Can you at least try to pray to them? I think I've tried three times already, nothing..." He said. I nodded. "Of course...but I think they know I don't like them." I answered. I knew that. I didn't really believe of anything of what the Gods, Goddesses and Deity's have to offer, and what was the point anyways? They didn't do anything for you...it just seems bad luck. 

I like to look at the Deity's and us like parents and children. The Deity's seem like they have their favorite child, which, lets take an example, the crazy bitch Lithia, and me from yesterday. The Deity's like Lithia, they adore her, they love her, they would do anything to protect her, or anything of what she desires. Fuck, they would even kill themselves to even protect her, or what she wanted. Then, there's me. The Deity's hate me of who I am. I thought it was all because I cussed...but they don't care about me. Whatever I needed, they wouldn't get for me. If I've been good, they wouldn't give a damn about it. They would've just walked away, ignoring me. Treating me like dirt....that's what I'm like. I'm dirt to the Deity's. They don't give a fuck or a damn about me...and what seems like Error too. He deserves so much better....and later, his life doesn't give the karma of what he needed.

While we were still on the bus, I prayed for Error, a lot. 'I swear Deity's...please, just this once...' I thought. I knew it didn't work. Why? It was because when years passed, never one second did the prayers came true.

Author's Note: This part of the story probably looks a little different because I wrote this on a computer than my phone. I hope you still enjoyed this though. I'm trying my hardest to make this story as good as I can. :)