My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )

Talk to me

You know my life by now—there’s never going to be a peaceful day. Not really. Last night was nice. Too nice. I didn’t think happiness could ever touch me like that.

Of course it didn’t last.

I woke up to see Miles pacing the living room. Hector was nowhere to be seen.

"Miles...? When did he turn you back on? Not like I mind. Where is Hector?"

"He’s having… trouble. The police were here. Someone called them on him."

"What the fuck?! Why?!"

He went silent. That silence again. The one I hate.

"Miles, talk. You're a humanoid, not mute. Talk. I beg you!"

"Will, you’re upset. I’ll tell you when you calm down."

"But I won’t calm down if I don’t know who’s trying to fuck things up again!"

My anger spiked, hot and sharp. I fought for this peace, for this safety. I survived hell for this, and now it was being taken from me. Again.

"Your parents… they said he forced you to leave with him."

"Jesus Christ. I’m an adult! They didn’t give a shit about me my entire life!"

"I know… I’m sorry. I wish I could do more. Forgive me."

The apology hit harder than it should’ve. Miles didn’t deserve my anger. He never did.

I took his hand and kissed it, trying to swallow my guilt.

"I’m sorry… It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t snap at you. I know you can’t be hurt, but that doesn’t give me the right to treat you like shit."

"It’s okay. You’re worried. I’m here."

"I don’t know what I’d do without you… I—I need to go to the bank. Before my dad freezes my account or something worse."

"I’ll take you. He’ll be okay. Hector’s strong, remember?"

I wanted to believe that. I needed to believe it. Miles was the only anchor I had left.

My parents hadn’t managed to freeze my money. Not yet. I emptied my account. Every damn cent.

"Miles... this is so fucked up. Why does everything I try to fix fall apart?"

"You can’t fix what’s broken in others. But you’re doing your best. And for the record? I’m proud of you."

I gave a bitter laugh. That meant the world… even if it came from someone who couldn’t technically feel pride.

Soon, we pulled up to the police station.

Hector was outside.

Checking his watch.

I didn’t wait. I burst out of the car and ran to him.

"Hector—!"

"O’Hara. I’m late for work. Go home."

"...What? But—can’t you just tell me what happened? I was worried sick—"

"Like I said. Go home. You don’t belong here."

Something inside me cracked.

"What the fuck? We just walked in the rain together. You said you lo—"

"Drop it! The show’s over. Go home."

I stood there frozen.

Humiliated.

Then Miles pulled me back to the car.

I screamed in frustration.

"What the FUUUUCK?! What is his problem?!"

"He’s okay, Will. I promise. You’ll talk later. This is just… a misunderstanding. A cover."

"I’m tired, Miles. So fucking tired. Why can’t anyone just be honest with me?! Do I not deserve it?!"

The tears came again. Of course they did.

Every time I started to breathe, someone shoved my face back under the water.

"I don’t know what he’s doing, but you do deserve honesty. Let him explain when he’s ready."

I curled up in bed when we got home.

Miles did what he always does—cleaned the mess, cooked, kept the world spinning for me.

I didn’t deserve him. And yet, here he was.

I fell asleep with a headache. No surprise.

When I woke up, I saw a familiar face.

But not the one I wanted.

"Miles…?"

"He's in sleeping mode."

I groaned, groggy and annoyed.

"You again? Get lost."

"Wow. Ain’t you sweet?"

"You damn bastard. I don’t want to see your stupid face. Turn Miles back on! I’m not dealing with you."

"Will, I’m sorry. I know how I acted earlier. I didn’t mean it."

"Oh yeah? How about fuck you?"

"I get it. You’re mad. But don’t you want to know why I did what I did?"

I didn’t want to admit it. But I did.

I turned away, heart aching. My arms burned beneath the bandages. I kept thinking about death more than I should’ve.

"Will… please. Give me a chance."

"I’m exhausted. You have no idea how I feel. You play games. You pull me in then shove me away like I mean nothing. You were warm and kind—and then you cut me off. Like I was never real to you. You don’t understand what it’s like to feel betrayed every single day. I thought you were different. I thought maybe… maybe you saw something in me."

"I do. That’s why I’m here. That’s why I brought you home. That’s why I want to explain."

I was silent. Because the pain was louder than anything I could say.

Because I didn’t trust him.

Because I didn’t trust anyone.

Why would God send me a humanoid who couldn’t love me back, and a human who kept breaking me apart?

Maybe it’s not about what I deserve.

Maybe I just never get to win.