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 then they'll kick my ass 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 ok alone. Alone like ever. Not a single soul would notice if I left. I just knew. I'm sure they'd even be relieved that I'm gone. No more problems, no more dramas , no more burden . All my life alone, all my life being misunderstood, when I only wanted someone to listen and hear me. 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 time in a nightclub. They smoked some weed too. I don't remember if I did too. I woke up with an unknown woman by my side.
She was almost entirely naked, only wearing a white lacy thong .
"..the fuck is she?"
I growled as my head was pounding. I had a hangover. She seemed older than me. Around 35 or so. I was unbothered. Not like I'm going to see her ever again.
It was already 9:43 in the morning. I missed my classes. No big deal. Before she woke up I left. I went to a bar, but on the way I stopped to throw out.
"Five days more.."
My parents were already preparing to leave for their winter vacation. I had no wish to join them. But neither had wish to spend weeks alone in the mansion. Not with that thing...
I got home at night. I was dizzy and drunk again. My clothes were stained with my own vomit. I felt disgusted by my own stench.
"Mr O'Hara... What happened to you? Your father was looking for you. He even tried to call you. Where were you all day?"
The maid looked so worried. Like she cares. Sure. I bet my father only wanted to know where I was so he could scold me again.
"Well I'm home. Fuck off of me"
You can say I was unnecessarily rude . These people didn't actually care. They despised me. All they saw me as a spoiled pompous brat.
"My fucking head hurts so much..."
I headed to the bathroom to throw up. I didn't want to dirty my own room. For my worst luck, that shitty thing found me
"Will. Where were you? Your father was asking about you . Are you drunk again?"
I snarled and showed my middle finger.
Bastard
I locked the bathroom's door. My head felt twice its size. I sat down on the floor, my body was trembling. I haven't eaten for two days. Alcohol was the only in my body. And probably meth...
Someone knocked. I gave no answer. They knocked again. Then again...
"What the fuck now??!"
No answer. Cool .
I'm not sure how long I stayed there. I probably passed out for a short time. My legs were too weak to carry me. If I wasn't so coward I could just take my mother's painkiller and let what must happen happen.. Not like they're ever around anymore..
"This life...it's a fucking joke.."
There was it . Like a few years ago when I had to stay in the hospital.. I knew these symptoms.. I was having a breakdown. Questioning the meaning of my life. I found nothing. I had no purpose. I had...no one..it was a free way now to ruin my life. No motivation..not at all. At the end of the day, I was only a nuisance anyway .
I had problems with my sleep the past weeks. It was hard to focus and the worst? I lost my appetite utterly and my interest in things and people. What a surprise. I was stressed. I felt this never ending anger...it was draining me.. sometimes I couldn't breathe, I was panicking. Why though? At least I can be out of this misery.
Last time was the same.. to the point when I harmed myself . No, I didn't want to suicide then , I just hit myself. I was angry back then too , always tired since I wasn't able to sleep well and properly. It was happening again. I remember, father sent me to the hospital. I was only 21 then. It took a few weeks till I got better.
This time...I had no energy to fight and I didn't have any reason. I'm a lost case. No one wants to deal with me. I'm not even exaggerating . My stomach was empty but I kept throwing up. On the plain floor, as I couldn't even crawl to the toilet..
Someone knocked yet again.. I heard it clearly..
"Who is it now? Let me be at peace!"
"Will.. I'm worried. You can hate me as much as you want but let me help you"
I slammed my fist at the door. The nerve of some people!
"Die! You're the root of my problems! Fuck off !"
After yelling my lungs out, I didn't hear answer , but knocking either.
Thanks god..
I dropped on the dirty floor, right into my own vomit.
"I need a moment .."
But that moment turned into hours.. It was in the middle of the night when I was able to pull myself together. Weak on my knees, I barely opened the door and literally tripped out to the hall . After staying in that nasty smell, it felt divine. I could breathe.
I heard heels. Mother came home. Great. Now I'll have to listen to her scolding me..
"Mr O'Hara... Your father kept calling and asked if you're home yet. They said they're not coming home till tomorrow night"
This is how much they didn't care about my well being . I mean the servants either.. The maid only passed my father's note , not caring about how I looked. And of course, she left ..why would she ask if I'm okay or if I need help. Fuck them..
I managed to get up. I was hungry but I only wanted some water. My legs felt like two bread sticks.. weak and as if they could break in any minute. Slowly but I got to my destination. But the moment I sat down to enjoy the coldness of the water, someone rang the fucking bell.
"For fuck's sake. It's late! Where are the servants?? Open that damn door!"
I heard the door bell over and over. Now I was yelling, despite I barely had energy, I yelled real loudly
"Loyd!! Margaret!! Jackson! Why do we keep your lazy asses?!'
Nothing. Great. I had to crawl to the door..
It better be important. They rang the bell again. Just the moment when I opened the door. I hoped I didn't look way too screwed because it was a police officer.
"My father is not home and I sure didn't do anything"
"Good evening to you too, Mr O'Hara. I know your father is not home. I came to you"
I growled. What the fuck now??
"Look. I drank. I had so much alcohol I kept puking. What is the problem if I didn't harm anyone ? I can do whatever as long as I end up home!"
He rolled his eyes. Oh, I'll sure give him attitude! It's 8:33 pm
"Tie your tongue or I'll do it! I didn't say with a word that you've done anything! I'm here because you may want to see that robot of yours. It's in my car"
I laughed. The fucking irony! My so called assistant got arrested! Good day! I grinned
"Do what you want, I'm not interested in that trash. It belongs to my father. If it did something then you can ju..."
"Actually, my partner and I found it close to the park.. and it doesn't appear to be in the best shape"
Blame it on my intoxicated face, but I didn't understand it perfectly..
"What is that supposed to mean?"
" Your humanoid's right arm is utterly broken, so is half its face , and it's sensors or shall I call them eyes? Someone colored them with pitch black graffiti paint. Good thing its not alive because, it'd be in critical state"
My heart dropped. What..? What just happened....