My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )

Taken granted

Whatever my fate will be, I couldn't care less anymore. If I have to go to the military, fine. At least I'll be away from all these people. I've given up on myself. I was done. I skipped most of my classes. I didn't study anything. I went to get drunk. Stayed out all night. Did anyone miss me anyway? No.

That machine tried to reach out to me but I didn't care. I ignored it. My professor warned me that after the holidays, if I don't pass my exams, they'll kick me out. As I wasn't a minor anymore, they didn't inform my parents. Not like they won't know soon.

I kept going home late, so I could avoid that robot. Everyone was avoiding me as well. I was okay alone. Alone like always. Not a single soul would notice if I left. I'm sure they'd even be relieved that I'm gone. No more problems, no more drama, no more burden. All my life alone, all my life being misunderstood, when I only wanted someone to listen. Someone to say they can handle me and I'm not too much.

My parents were absent again. I stayed out the whole night. Although I hated Alexander, I went out with him and Timothy. We had a rough night at some club. They smoked weed too. I don't remember if I joined. I woke up with an unknown woman by my side. She was almost entirely naked, only in a white lacy thong.

"..the fuck is she?" I growled, my head pounding. Hangover. She looked older, around 35. I left before she woke up.

It was 9:43 AM. I missed my classes. Again. No big deal. I threw up on the way to a bar. "Five days more..." I mumbled. My parents were prepping for their winter trip. I didn't want to join them, but I didn't want to be alone in that mansion either. Not with him still there.

That night, I came home drunk, clothes stained with vomit. Disgusted with myself. The maid spotted me.

"Mr. O'Hara... What happened? Your father was looking for you. He even called. Where were you all day?"

"Well I'm home. Fuck off," I muttered. I was unnecessarily rude, I know. But it didn't matter.

"My fucking head hurts so much..." I stumbled into the bathroom, throwing up again. For worse luck, he found me.

"Will. Where were you? Are you drunk again?"

I flipped him off and locked the door. My body trembled. I hadn't eaten in two days. Maybe meth, maybe not. I couldn't remember.

Knocking.

"What the fuck now?!"

No reply. Fine.

I must've passed out. When I came to, I couldn't move. I was lying on the cold, dirty floor. I didn't care. Life was a joke. I remembered my last breakdown, when I was 21. The hospital stay. Father sent me.

"This time... I have no energy to fight."

My sleep was fucked. No focus, no appetite, no interest in anything. I was panicking, angry, exhausted.

Knocking again.

"Will.. I'm worried. You can hate me as much as you want but let me help you."

"Die! You're the root of my problems! Fuck off!"

Silence.

I passed more time on the bathroom floor. Eventually, in the middle of the night, I crawled out. The air felt divine after that stink.

"Mr. O'Hara... your father called. He and your mother return tomorrow night," said the maid.

She didn't even ask if I was okay. Just relayed the message and left.

I needed water. My legs were trembling but I made it. Then the doorbell rang.

"For fuck's sake. It's late! Where are the servants??"

No one. Again. I had to crawl to the door.

I opened it. A police officer.

"My father isn't home and I didn't do anything," I grunted.

"Good evening. I'm here for you."

"What? I drank. I puked. So what? I didn't hurt anyone."

He rolled his eyes. "Tie your tongue or I'll do it. I didn't say you did anything. I'm here because you might want to see that robot of yours. It's in my car."

I blinked. "Do what you want. I'm not interested."

"We found it near the park. Not in great shape."

"What does that mean?"

"Its right arm's broken, half its face is crushed, and someone painted its sensors black. If it were alive, it'd be in critical condition."

My heart dropped.

What just happened...