2. Abandoned Doll (II) by Sarae

Chapter 5

Tom's P.O.V.

"Well... it was stupid and very simple. I don't think it's really worth telling, but since you seem to be interested..."

Aaron was someone curious. He always stuck his nose where he shouldn't only to butt in. He was one of those smart-ass brats that nobody wanted around, always acting so cocky and bragging about everything, all so naturally it seemed it was in his veins.

I knew he was like that, at least with the rest of the gang. With me? Never. I didn't know whether it was because he was scared or because he respected me and thought I deserved his 'real' presence. Anyways, he didn't use to act like an arrogant with me. He didn't use to...

"So? Why Captain?"

We were walking down the streets of the city, heading nowhere, honestly. His house was on the other side of the city, and I wondered what he was playing at, following me like a homeless dog. It's not like I cared about his presence either.

"It happened when I turned eighteen and got a fucking letter from the government requiring me for the obligatory military service."

"Oh, sure. That. Luckily, my mother bribed someone so that I wouldn't have to go through it."

I smiled; he was starting to brag.

"I wasn't that lucky, though. They even came for me. I was there for a month and a half, with Andreas, Ricky, and a few more. Black had already told me all these shits about military service, but it wasn't that hard. Maybe because I'm not Jewish like him."

The Prince frowned slightly, trying not to complain. He was raised in a strict and traditionalist family, not to mention fascist, and obviously, a big range of tolerance toward certain nationalities and sexual preferences was not what he had been taught.

"Anyways, I was there for a month and a half, until the captain of our brigade found a small stash of weed and started yelling at me in front of two thousand people. He stood right there, an inch away from my face, and started yelling and coating me with his saliva. It was disgusting. "

"So, what did you do?"

"I wiped the saliva from my face with my arm while he kept lecturing me, then he yelled, 'What the fuck are you doing? You're gonna cry, faggot!? Germany is not a country for a fucking shit like you, a crying cocksucker!'"

Aaron's eyes opened wide. "Did he say that? And I guess you... faced him, right?"

"Face him? I punched him so hard that his tooth fell. He hit the ground. A group of soldiers ran towards me and held my arms and legs. The captain stood up from the ground, his mouth was bleeding, and he kicked me near my crotch, almost my balls. I felt totally zoned out. Next thing I know I was locked in a cabin, completely alone, and the next day, I was kicked out of the army. The captain told me just before going home that if I got on my knees and apologized publicly, he wouldn't press any charges against me."

"Oh, so I guess you–..."

I shook my head. It's not like I felt proud, but neither did I regret it.

"I broke his nose with my head."

Aaron opened his mouth wide, bursting out laughing. "No way! Fuck, Tom, you're amazing!"

"I'm not. Any guy around here would've done the same."

"Not me!"

"You're not like us yet, Prince."

He kept laughing a little more, trying to suppress it. "That's why everybody calls you Captain? That's an incredible story."