My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )

Moving

I couldn't believe my ears. The past few hours were a blur. I was standing in the middle of the hallway, witnessing my parents arguing with these twins. I had mixed feelings for a while. I always knew Miles cared - that has never been the issue. But my parents showing up as if it mattered to them? Big fat hypocrisy.
I wasn't even sure why Hector was there. I didn't regret anything... I still wanted to die nonetheless.

I wanted to join the argument, wanted to yell and ask why they weren't at work. But I stayed silent. Their actions hurt. First, they denied me, said I was a disappointment, that they didn't want me because I was gay. And now-now that I tried to throw my life away-suddenly they care?

I wanted to scream it in their faces, but I couldn't. The words Hector had said kept echoing in my head.
I love him.

No one loves me. He only said that to piss off my parents. It worked. My father looked ready to explode.

"You don't love him! You're just trying to manipulate him and buy him! We won't let our son near you! I don't care who you are or how much money you have! Take your trash and leave!"

"Sir," Hector answered calmly, "you couldn't be more wrong if you tried. But I don't owe you any explanation. You neglected him to the point where he felt like doing this. He's an adult now. He can make his own decisions."

Then he looked at me. And I had nothing to say. I barely knew this man, but he stood there, calm, facing my parents like it was nothing. He could've bought my whole family, yet he chose words instead.
And they hit harder than any money ever could.

He was right.

I needed my parents. I can't say I've been a good person, I can't even fully blame them-but they never cared enough. I never felt love. I got the bare minimum. Money. A roof. No eviction. But no warmth. When things got bad, they didn't ask how I felt-they threatened me. They never accepted me for who I was. Being gay was an inconvenience to them. And being in love with Miles? Unforgivable.

"Will... we'll take better care of you," my mother said gently. "You're still my baby. Let's go home. We'll fix this together."

"Listen to your mother," my father added. "We can help. I can support you until you're ready. I won't force you into the military anymore."

They were finally saying the words I needed. The ones I'd craved all my life. Words that sounded like love.
Miles was silent, arms crossed. I wanted to go home. With him. With someone.

"I'm not going to the military..."

"Alright. But you need therapy. Then we'll figure out a job."

"Your father is right. Let's heal. We'll support you."

"I don't need fucking therapy. I have Miles. He's my support."

"Son," my dad said carefully, "he's a humanoid. His support is limited. You need serious, professional help."

Of course, Miles had to agree. Of course, he did.

"I agree," he said softly. "While I'll do all I can, I'm worried that you won't get out of this depression without real help. Please, just try."

I shook my head, barely holding myself together.

"Bullshit. I don't need therapy. I just need you. I just want to be accepted. I'm gay. I know it. You need to let me live with that."

My parents exchanged looks. My mother sighed and shook her head. I glanced at Miles, then Hector. They were like copies. Twins, almost. If I didn't know better, I wouldn't have been able to tell which one I loved. Even their smiles were the same. Hector really did make a perfect clone.

"William," my father said. "This isn't something to discuss with strangers. Come home. Let's talk there. You don't need these manipulative men in your life."

"One isn't even human," my mother added. "And the other? He's gay. He'll never have a family. He doesn't know what it means to be a parent, to have real responsibilities."

That crossed the line. Hector's gay, so what? Doesn't mean he can't build a family. Doesn't mean he can't love.

I stepped forward, my voice sharp and cold.

"So that's it? That's why you can't accept me? Because I won't carry on your precious name? Good. Because this family is trash. You let me down. You're only here because you got scared I might actually die. Well, I didn't. So go crawl back into your career and your money."

"Son-"

"No, dad! You never loved me! You cared more about your name, your business, your damn image. I've been lonely for months. All you gave a shit about was that I find a job-and that I'm not gay. Well, I am. And you can't do anything about it."

I grabbed Miles' hand and started walking. I didn't look back. I was done with that part of my life.

"I'm tired of being lonely..."

My mother tried to speak. I raised my hand to silence her.
I didn't want to hear anything more. I was exhausted. Call me selfish. I don't care. There was nothing more they could offer me that I wanted.

"Where do you want to go?" Miles asked, squeezing my hand gently.

I couldn't be mad at him. He was more than enough.
I glanced at Hector.

"You both can stay with me," he said quietly. "Let's talk in the car."

I didn't hesitate.

"You're our family-" my mother called out.

"You gave birth to me," I said coldly, "but you never loved me. Wonder why I grew up like this?"

I walked away. I left them behind without another glance.

Once we were in Hector's car, I could finally cry in peace. He let Miles comfort me. It was strange... being between the man I loved and the one who claimed to love me. My life had been a 26-year-long shitshow-and suddenly, it was an even bigger one.

"I know you want peace. A place to rest," Hector said. "You can keep Miles with you while I'm at work. You won't be alone."

I nodded. I didn't know how long I'd stay. I didn't care.
For once, someone wasn't pitying me. And that... that mattered.