Dear, My Kings (MxMxMxM)

Chapter 4: The Letter

     Sunlight shines on Skylers eyelids, waking him from his erotic dream. He blinked a few times trying to get the sleep out of his eyes. When he looked around the depressing empty room Skyler couldn't help, but to feel disappointment. He missed the luxury of the mansion, even if it had painted globs of people after him. His eyes started to water but he quickly wiped his tears away, not letting them fall.

     'Of course it was a dream you idiot.' Skyler scoffed to himself before standing up from the harsh floor with a blanket he called his bed. His back got used to the rough treatment over the years, his parents never provided a proper bed. If he recalls correctly all the way up to 6 years old, he only had a single pillow to sleep on.

      He looked at the sun position and nodded to himself, he had to be at work at 8 and it was currently around 5 o'clock. He got up and dressed in the only clothes that didn't have holes. Fear wreaked havoc on Skyler's body, his stomach twisted and churned like butter. Skyler has never been so scared to leave the safety of his room before.

     What if his father is out there waiting for the family curse to come out so he could get rid of it? He knew his family didn't like him, however he never believed they would go as far as kill him. He never understood why his own mother hated him, perhaps she didn't want him in the first place or he did something when he was too young to remember.

     Skyler never knew the reason his parents abused him, he was always good as far as he remembers. He knew if he broke a rule his parents would beat him or lock him in a closet for a week. His teachers started to notice the bruising and the cuts on his face, but once his parents were questioned about it they lied and said he was a clumsy child. The same week he was pulled out of school for religious reasons.

     That was also a lie, his parents never even took him to church once in his whole 18 years of living. He knew of god but he wasn't sure if it was real, mostly because why was god pushing him? Did he do something in his past life that made him deserve the abuse and neglect at the hands of his own parents? What did he do?

     During his emotional spiraling downwards did he notice the sun rising higher in the sky. He decided it was time for him to head to work, making him take a deep breath. As his hand landed on the door knob a little voice spoke up.

    'Use the window.' Skyler was confused, but his body did not want to enter the hallway. It screamed at him it was a bad idea, and something was out there to harm him. It was a gut feeling, and Skyler never ignored his gut feelings, the one time he did he was pushed down the stairs by his sister. He wished he would have listened and just stayed in his room the rest of the day. His near death experience made him always follow his gut, if his gut was wrong the worst thing that could happen was him just climbing out the window. He would rather make a fool of himself than die.

     So he decided to leave through the window, as he touched the window he felt the white paint start to wither away to dust under his hands, leaving behind white paint chips in his palms. It took a bit of strength to pull the window open, since it hasn't been used recently. Once the window was opened he put one leg out before putting the other out. He turned facing the wall letting him get a better grip before putting his other leg fully out the window. He tried to get his footing on the cobblestone wall, but his shoes continued to scrape the walls in failure.

     He finally decided to let go of the window ledge, once his feet hit the hard ground his knees buckled before going straight again. Surprisingly his ankles didn't go out, if he hurt his legs it would be really hard to get around the city since he didn't own a carriage or horse. If he wanted anything in the center of the city it would take at least half a day to get there. He envied the wealthy people who could live in the city and they could get any job they wanted without fearing a dreadfully long walk.