Choose Between Us.

Chapter 7

(Note: this chapter is all about Allen's past. If you do not wish to know about him then you can skip this chapter. But you will probably not understand the rest of the book)

I hate myself. I wanna kill myself. Everyone hates me. What's the point in living. These were all those thoughts I had at the age of six. I hated it. I was such a confused child. I didn't even know about 'Fun' or 'love'. I wanted to die. I was hopeless. I was useless. I was a mistake.

I was born in heaven. I died a fetus and an angel decided to bear me as her child. The reason I died was because Satan is my father. Whenever I would roam the clouds on my own and be happy, there would always be a demon who sneaked in or a high-class angel would start giving me shit. I was alone and horrified of everyone.

A couple days into September, and I was only 6-7 years old, trying to be as happy as ever. Up in heaven, there are limits. Once you have turned 5 years old, you would be able to kick out of heaven, to execute, or to leave on your own. But I had went through much worse than those three reasons...

I had been working for my mother in our house at the age of 3. I did all the chores and had attempted to cook. I never learned how to hunt or at least do manly things because of my real father, Satan. I was a complete wreck. I hated that life. Waking up earlier than any business man and doing all the work in your house. It was boring and hard.

But there is one word that I would like to say at the moment: abuse. Yes, as a 5-6 year old child I was abused in many ways. It obviously hurt, but I shall explain to you what they did. If I didn't finish or do one of the chores correctly, my mother would start hitting me and whacking me with a broom stick. I would have bruises and I would bleed through my eyes when I cried. One time, she was 'so done with me' that she tied me up and started burning my feathers off and ripping my meat and skin off my wings. Soon, all I had were useless bones hanging out of my back, blood dripping off them.

At the age of 7, I was kicked out and sent to The Over World. I was taken by an abusive family who loved to drink. I had to do the same thing I did back in heaven, work. Trust me, keeping extra bones inside of your spine isn't easy. I was a hopeless child and everything I did I'm that house was for nothing. Everyday, when my parents came home, it was time to abuse the one who sat in his room doing nothing all day except for cleaning. My mother hit me or beat me up and threw things at me. The basic abuse.

My father was such a horrible man, though. What my father would do... It makes me sick that I didn't kill him before leaving that place. Whenever my mother wasn't home, my father would invite his buddies over and drink while watching porn with them. After they were all extremely drunk, they would take it out on me. That's why I never left my room. Sometimes he and two other drunks would walk into my room while I was dressing up to get ready for bed. It was then, at that time, my father would pick up my naked body and pin me on the bed as his friends laughed and watched. He would start to touch me but it hurt. He never put it in me though. Also, as he was doing this, his friend would masturbate right in front of me, shooting their semen on me. I hated it.

A while then had passed and my mother had passed away. My father went to prison when my mother found out what he was doing to me. I was already in adult and I was living on my own. I still have some of the bruises on me. It hurt to do anything. Now, fast forward a couple years, I was at the supermarket and I was night time. It was also raining so for me to go walking around like that in the rain, it wasn't the best. I then stumbled upon an adorable gay couple who offered a drive home<3.

Hey guys! That was it for his past! The next chapter will be like the others and will be sticking to the plot. So please tell me what you think of this chapter please!