He lowered his head towards me, a cocky grin spreading across his lips as he raked his eyes across my body before landing them back on mine.
I clicked my tongue in annoyance before averting my eyes, ignoring the blush that threatened to run across...
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CHAPTER SEVEN EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED!
TW.talks about drugs, mental & emotional abuse.
[ PART I ]
LONELINESS IS SUCH A CONFUSING SUBJECT.
Loneliness in total is something that has come to be my friend over the years; a companion I've found a home in. In the gruelling days of winter, where all I could hear were the ear shattering screams of my parents as they argued for control, loneliness was my best friend. The days were long, hard, and boring.
My routine stayed the same: wake up, eat breakfast, train, study, eat lunch, train, sleep. Repeat. There was hardly any interruption, I was a ghost in my own house, an unwanted ghost—an unwanted child. The loss of my mothers life stained me like blood, not a feeling but a scent that I couldn't get rid off, no amount of purity—of cleansing, would be able to get rid of the scent of blood.
Then my little siblings were born. Two little girls were born on the cold night of December 25th, the day my mother died was the day three new lives began. I finally had something to live for, two small children that looked up at me with sparkling eyes and pouty lips. When they wailed for food, I was there.
When they couldn't sleep, I rocked them to sleep. When they wanted a bedtime story to be read to them, I read. I was there. I replaced my father, shouldering the responsibility that came with fatherhood at the young age of nine.
A year passed and suddenly I was ten, soccer became enjoyable. I used it as a way to release my anger, to let out the frustration clogging my brain. I was able to escape—escape from responsibilities, escape from the remarrige of my father, escape from the newborn child thrusted into my arms as I stumbled over words, promising to take care of him. I did not know how.
Then came the anger management.
It was recommended yet declined.
Something Aiden Camden would never let be released into the public, I was a shadow, a ghost. I didn't belong in the family, how dare I ruin it with my sick mind problems?
My eleventh birthday—also known as New Years day was completed with new friendships and a broken marriage. My stepmother moved out, promising wrath and yet refusing to take Eliot with her.
But I didn't care, my life was complete. Friends who cared for me, a brotherhood created through broken noses. Siblings I cared for, three little baby's that I would lay my life down for at any moment at any time.
Good things never last.
The day I celebrated my twelve years on earth was the year my little sister Rose died. The one that survived; Maëlis, came out with a fate I wish I had the power to change. One ended up dead, the other deaf.
