A Heart Filled With Hate

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Mike's pov

When I woke up, I found myself wrapped like a burrito in sheets that smelt like laundry detergent and cologne. As I struggled to make my way out of the bed, I ended up falling to the floor. I straightened out the sweatshirt I was wearing before making my way out of the room and down the stairs.
"Hey babe." Chris called out from the kitchen. He was standing at the stove cooking pancakes, bacon and eggs.
"Hi." I said quietly as I sat down on one of the bar stools.
"Ash already left, so it's just you and me." He said as he grabbed a plate out of the cabinet and started to load it with food.
"I need to go home at some point." I said as he placed the the dish in front of me. He turned back around to grab a fork and mug. He slid the fork across the granite counter top to me before taking a kettle off the stove. He put a strainer in the mug before putting adding a scoop of coffee grounds. He poured the hot water into the mug before turning back to me.
"Also, Ash made me a cake that we can eat when ever you want." He said as he leaned against the counter and looked at me.
"Why would she make you a cane out of no where?" I asked in curiosity. Chris laughed before turning to the fridge.
"Our dad hasn't been home much and now that we can take care of ourselves to some extent, our nanny doesn't come by a lot. As you've seen, I can't cook so I order pizza most of the time. Apparently though, Ash can cook and she's been just been being an asshole. So I told Marilyn and he told her to make a cake for me." He explained as he brought the 3 tier cake over to me. It was frosted in a hot pink and had 'fuck you cunt' written on it in black cursive.
"Where's your dad?" I questioned.
"On a business trip." He said with a bit of hesitation. I nodded and stuck my cold hands in between my thighs. Chris finished making the coffee before sliding it over to me and sitting down next to me.
"Are you going to eat?" He asked as he stared at me while I was watching the food as if it would move.
"Come on. Eat something. I'll learn to cook whatever you want." He said as he leaned towards me and rested a hand on my leg.
"I ate last night." I said at the memories of his massive cock being slammed down my throat.
"That's not eating. And there will be no more of that until you eat actual food." He said as he rubbed the inside of my thigh before standing up. I picked up the fork and started to poke at one of the pancakes nervously. I kept my eyes down as I felt one of hands slip around my shoulder and down my arm.
"I'll meet you upstairs." Chris whispered in my ear as he left me by myself in the kitchen. I quickly stood up, not wanting to keep him waiting. I took my plate and fork to the sink as I began scoop the eggs into the garbage disposal. I flicked the switch on the wall and waited a few seconds until I shut it off. I went into the pantry and began to push the pancakes and bacon off my plate and into the garbage, before returning to the sink and dropping in my dirty dishes. I took a few sips of the dark coffee before heading to where Chris was waiting.

"Glad to see that you ate something." He said as I opened the door to his room. He was in the process of grabbing a pair of skinny jeans and a sweatshirt out of his closet.
"Why don't you come shower with me?" He suggested as he met me at the door.
"Are you sure?" I asked, not knowing how to feel. This would be the first time anyone has seen me fully naked other than my mom when I was born.
"You bet babe." He said as he quickly pecked me on the lips before exiting the room.

I sat on the floor with my back against chris' bed. Maybe if I wait long enough he will forget. I thought to myself as I felt my body shake slightly. I laid on my side and brought my knees to my chest.
"Mike are you coming?" Chris asked as he burst into the room with everything hanging out.
"Shit are you okay?" He asked as he squatted down by my head. I nodded as much as I tried to sit up.
"If you didn't want to take a shower with me you could've said no. You didn't have to drive yourself to tears." Chris said as he tried to lift me off the floor. He pulled me up to the knees as he stood up before pausing for a second. He left me eye level with his some what hard member.
"Can I?" I asked as I rested a hand on his hip.
"No. I want you to lay down and relax." He said strictly as he helped me onto his bed.
"I'll go get you more coffee and I'll be back in a minute." He said as his naked ass sauntered out of the room.
"Chris I'm fine just come back here please." I begged as I called after him. A few seconds later he was back holding the now-filled coffee mug. He placed it on the bed side table before sitting down next to me.
"You didn't eat." He said as he grabbed my hand. I pulled away slightly, which only made him move towards me more.
"Why?" He asked as he looked deep into my eyes.
"Reasons I don't have to tell you." I said as I thought back to every time someone had called me fat or undesirable or worthless or ugly.
"I'm here for you if you ever want to talk." Chris said as he cradled my face.
"I need to go home." I said quickly as I sat up and climbed off the bed.
"Shit Mike wait a second." Chris screamed as I bolted down the stairs. I could hear him pulling on pants as he romped down the stairs.