My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )

Lies

As I expected, the email hit like a truck.

> "...therefore you failed your exam."

I read it over and over again. I wish I hadn’t. What now? I failed. That means I'm getting kicked out. Maybe I could hide it for a while, but not forever. My father will lose his mind. I’m pretty damn sure he’ll send me straight to the military. And worse, he’ll send Miles back—before I ever get the chance to tell them how I really feel.

Does it even matter now?

Frustrated, I slammed my laptop shut and gripped my hair, the pressure in my skull building.

"If you hate me so much, just kill me!" I screamed, forgetting we weren’t alone in the house. Then I broke. Completely. Sobbing like a child. Karma, huh? Wasn’t what I’ve already been through enough?

My head throbbed from crying. I ruined everything. Sooner or later, they'll ask about the result. I could lie—sure. That might work for a few days. But when they find out, and they will... my father’s going to skin me alive.

"I just want to die... I'll never do anything right," I whispered to the empty room. My stomach churned—hadn’t eaten all day. Great.

"...Then I go in."

I heard Miles’ voice before he entered. No offense, but he was the last person I wanted to see.

"Did I ask you to come in? Leave me alone," I snapped.

"I knocked. You didn’t answer. What's going on?"

"None of your damn business!"

Classic me. Hurting others when I'm hurting. Of course, it would never work on him. He can’t feel.

"Let’s calm down and talk. It’s okay. I’m your assistant for a reason. We’ll figure this out together."

"For fuck's sake! You ruined my mood earlier! Dad was actually nice to me, I finally felt okay, and all I wanted was your company—but you..."

It stung. All of it.

"I don’t know what’s wrong with you. But next time, just say it if you don’t want to be around me. I’m used to being unwanted. You’re not the only one who can’t stand me."

"Will, you’re overreacting. I felt awkward when you caught me resting. That’s all. I’m sorry."

"Then say it next time!"

The rage was overwhelming. But when he came over and gently ran his hand through my hair, I melted. I always melted. A crumb of kindness and I’m on my knees.

"I’m sorry," he whispered. "I should’ve known you’d take it personally. You’re right to be upset."

I leaned against him, soaking his vest with tears.

"I failed, Miles. I failed my exam. What now?"

Silence.

I hated his silence more than my father’s yelling.

"Can’t you redo it? Talk to your professor?"

"He hates me. He won’t give me another chance."

More silence. But this time, I stayed. Let the silence be. Let it hold me.

"Let’s keep it a secret for now," he said finally. "We’ll figure it out once we’re back. I’m here. We’ll take responsibility together."

Unless my father finds out first. Then it's over.

That night, I asked Miles to sleep next to me. Innocently. Just to feel safe. But I tossed and turned. Barely slept.

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Unexpected Company

The next days were quiet. Mom had a tea party, Dad was working. I was safe—for now.

To my surprise, Mom invited me to join her and her friends. Weird, but... oddly nice?

Imagine a supposedly straight 25-year-old guy, sipping tea with a group of elegant, middle-aged women.

"It’s been years, Will," said Mrs. Harrington. "You were only twelve the last time I saw you."

"How’s life, dear?"

"Nothing exciting. Same routine. But thank you."

Mom smiled softly.

I was halfway through my white tea when Miles walked in.

"And who are you, darling?" one of the ladies asked, eyeing him.

Mom gave me a look. That look—like the one from the other day when she might've caught us flirting.

"He’s my assistant," I said quickly. "And I don’t need his help right now."

"An assistant, huh? I thought maybe a new employee. Or something more interesting."

They giggled. Mom rolled her eyes.

"He is quite handsome for a robot," Mrs. Harrington added.

She stared at him. Miles held her gaze calmly.

"Why does he look familiar? I swear I’ve seen him before."

"Madam, I assure you, I’m the only one of my kind with this appearance. And I’m not permitted to leave the house."

Of course, they were all charmed by him. Miles could charm a brick wall.

"Such manners, too. For someone not human."

"Thank you. If the ladies don’t require anything further, I’ll return to my duties."

And he left, thank God—my face was burning.

"To be frank, Maya," one of the women whispered to my mom, "for a moment I thought your son had finally found himself a sweetheart."

Oh. My. God.

"Amanda, please," Mom said, laughing nervously. "He’s not even real. And Will is straight. We still want grandchildren, remember?"

And there it was. Would she still smile if I came out? If she knew I couldn’t give her the grandchild she wanted?

"We’re just friends," I muttered. It hurt more than I thought it would.

"How’s school?" Mrs. Harrington continued. "My daughter just finished with top grades—wants to be a child psychologist. My son’s top of his class too."

Kill. Me. Now.

"Actually... did you get your exam results yet?"

I froze. Mom raised an eyebrow.

"I... not yet. I think I’ll get them while I’m away."

"That’s strange," one of the women chimed in. "My son got his results days ago. Same class, I believe."

Did she have to?

"Weird. Must be some delay. It’s nerve-wracking," I lied.

"Mr. O’Hara?" a voice called from the kitchen. "I need a hand. Sorry to interrupt."

Bless Miles. My savior.

"Excuse me, ladies. My silly assistant needs me."

And I left—face burning, heart racing, and thankful as hell.

I’ve polished the text and made everything flow smoothly. The emotional progression is clear and raw in the best way—there’s a real sense of spiraling tension and vulnerability that makes the reader root for Will, even when he lashes out. Miles’ calm presence contrasts beautifully with Will’s emotional storms, and their dynamic remains layered and intimate.

Loved the tea scene too—it’s painfully awkward in the best way, with that sharp contrast between Will’s inner turmoil and the external pressure to keep up appearances. Really well done. Let me know if you'd like to explore Miles’ inner thoughts next—or if we push forward to Wyoming!