I wanna be yours

part eleven | look after you

•| TW: mention of abuse and mention of r@pe, skip this chapter if you find any of this topics disturbing for your mental health

Amelia Parker

Apparently, Aiden and some of his "friends" met up with Cole two weeks ago , and as he said they helped him learn his lesson. By sending him to the fucking hospital.

Two broken ribs, a broken bloody nose and some bruises were his punishment. I know my brother very well, if he wanted he would be capable of killing him, easily. If Cole is a decent fighter, then Aiden is a fucking master.

Only my family knows how hard he has worked to become so skilled at what he loves. The sacrifices that he had to do in order to become better and better. How many times he would cancel plans with friends to go to practice or the physical pain he had to endure. That's not even half of it.

When Aiden was just a little boy, before I was even a toddler, he started going to kindergarten, just like every other kid.

Except that no kid deserves to go through something like that.

At first everything was fine, he made friends, he was loved by everyone. The first two months went by without any problems, everyone would describe him as a "miracle".

His teacher, Rita Grace, seemed like a lovely woman at first, she was caring towards her students and always an enjoyable presence, but sometimes she would get mean or maybe terrifying.

Mrs. Rita was kind of a different person in different situations. There were rumours going around that she used to attend a different school but was kicked out and fired because of inappropriate behaviour towards students but the other teachers as well. Nothing was confirmed, so nothing was truly believed.

She was a pretty beautiful woman, sometimes she used to be described unreal for this world. Her blonde curls reaching the length of her shoulders matching her crystal blue eyes, everyone used to look up to her.

Sometimes they would even avoid exposing anything wrong she may have done, just because of her beauty. Parents of the kids used to have "complaints" about her work, but would stay silent.

At first, Aiden was happy, he liked going to school and enjoyed every minute of it. Mama and papa were thrilled that everything was going well and had no problems. Back then my parents weren't as successful as they are now, those years were still the start of their careers. So our economic wealth was still a little bit of weak.

Aiden doing well at school was such a huge relief for mom, as she always thought that a kid's first year of lessons and interactions with other kids would determine their future.

One day everything changed, surely not for the best, Aiden was late from school and when hecame back home he ran straight to his room and locked the door. I was still a baby so I remember absolutely nothing, but mom would always explain to me what happened.

That day they stayed out of his room all day, knocking and begging for him to open the door. As the hours went by nothing changed, none of them had anything to eat and mama left my papa's side only to take care of me, and that in a rush.

When the clock hit midnight my mama hoped Aiden maybe had fallen asleep, so she told papa she would go rest for a bit and come back in an hour.

Ten minutes later the door opened and dad rushed inside to find my brother. He didn't tell mom anything as he was worried that Aiden would change his mind and close the door again.

"Hey little one."

All lights were off and six year old Aiden was found curled up in the corner looking out of the window with tears in his eyes. The moment papa saw him, he ran up to him and hugged him tightly but Aiden pushed him away.