Polished

Chapter 1

As I'm walking from my room to our in-home theater, my mom calls me.

"Harry, come down here for a second!"

"One second!" I yell down.

I change my course and head down the stairs to the living room. She's sitting on the couch with my stepfather Robin, whom I hate. With a passion.
Dont get me wrong, I'm not ungrateful. He's given us a home, and a good one at that. He's just a royal ass to my mother and I. He has never hit her. Not that I know of. He better not have, or we would have a problem. I think the only reason he acts that way is because he is a human. He thinks he is superior.
News flash, if you were gonna treat my mother like she's trash, you shouldn't have married her.
But anyway, I make my way to the loveseat across from them and sit.

"What's up?" I say.

"We have something to tell you, Harry."

I'm actually scared, because the last time she told me that, she married a selfish jerk, whose name shall not be spoken.
Robin.

"Erm, what's that mom?" I say nervously.

"Well Harry, as you know, your a kitten hybrid.. Our president has declared today that all hybrids under the age of 21 have to be sold. Any hybrids born after this date are to be sold." She says, softly.

"Mom! Your so funny!" I say, laughing out loud.

"She's not kidding, Harry. President Parsons thought he was making a good financial deal. Its not just you, but every young hybrid in the world is going to he bought and sold." Robin says, looking me in the eyes.

I stopped laughing about halfway through his little speech. What the hell is going on??

"Are you fucking serious!" I yell at no one is particular.

"Harry! Watch your mouth!" My mother scolds.

"Mom, your going to sell me! What if my buyer is a rapist! Or even worse, one of those people who sells kids for meth!"

"Oh dear, I promise you we will find you a decent owner! I promise sweetheart." My mom says to me, with tears in her eyes.

I jump off the couch and jump into her lap. I know, I must look ridiculous, but I've always been a momma's-boy.

"Mom, please dont make me go, I'll hide in the basement!"

"Sweetheart, Mr. President will have each and every house in the entire world searched. He's given our town two weeks to have all hybrids sold, or the authorities will take you, and either sell you, or..."

"O-or what, mom?" I say, fearful.

"Or put you down, Harry. Kill you."

What in the hell was going through his head when he signed the papers to let this happen?

"Mom, that's not that far away!?"

I'm on the verge of hysteria. This is so new to me, this feeling of complete despair. It hurts so much more, because I can't do anything. I have to accept this.

"I know sweetie. I'm so very sorry, I dont want to do this at all." My mom says, hugging me to her.

"Mom, I'm so scared."

"I know baby. I'm going to miss you so much." She says, sniffling.

It then dawns on me that I might never see my mom again, and the waterworks start. Hard.
I'm full on sobbing with my mom, and Robin excuses himself to make us tea.
We cry for about twenty minutes, until I'm all cried out. I grab the tea Robin set out for us, only to find it cold. I drink it anyways.

"While you two were, erm, talking, I looked in the digital phone book for a nice owner for you, Harry. I found a few, but I need to know a couple things."

I didn't know how to take that. It seems as if he really wants me gone. But then I think about it. He loves my mom, he wouldn't hurt me, knowing it would hurt her. So I just answer him, without an attitude or anything.

"What's that, Robin?" I say looking up at him from my mug.

He looks surprised at me for not having an attitude, but says, "Would you rather be a farm hand, submissive, or.. Well, dead?"

What the fuck?

"Okay, your going to have to explain those. But I know I don't want to be dead."

"Well, I found three buyers in our area, and price range. A farm hand is someone who gives a helping hand at farms. You'll be working on a farm. A submissive is.." He looks shy, embarrassed almost.

"Come on, spit it out Robin."

"Well, a submissive is someone who listens to everything their master says. You are to call him sir, or whatever he deems appropriate. You will do everything he says, unless its out of your comfort zone. You will have a coloring system. Green means go ahead, this is okay. Yellow means slow down, and red means your not fine with this, stop now. You are never to tell your master no. Well, you'll be basically his personal personal assistant."

"Why did you say personal twice?"

He's absolutely blushing now.

"Harry, you've never heard of bdsm?" He says, scratching his neck.

"No, what does it mean?" I say, clueless.

"B stands for bondage, D stands for discipline and dominant, S stands for sadism, and M stands for masochism."

I stare at him, cluelessly.

"You'll basically be his slave, and you'll do any favors he wants. Including.. sexual favors." He says, looking into his cup.

"Do you understand now?"

"Yeah, I think I do. We'll have a very active sex life, won't we?" I say jokingly, even though I'm ready to cry again.

Robin laughs, actually laughs, and says, "Yes Harry. I think you will."

"Well that's who I choose. Do you know who it is?"

"Yes. But you can't know yet. That's another one of the rules. Until we sell you to him, his identity stays anonymous to you." He says.

Well damn.

"O-okay, Robin." I say, yawning a bit.

"Why don't we head to bed, everyone? We can talk more about this in the morning." My mom says, hearing me yawn.

"Okay mom. I love you so much." I say hugging her tight.

"I love you too honey. Now go get some sleep." She say, pushing me towards the stairs.

"Hold on, mom." I say, and walk back towards Robin.

I make my way towards Robin, and hold my arms out for a hug. He looks at me for a second, then wraps his arms around me.

"I'm sorry for being so mean to you all these years, Robin. I l-love you." I say, quietly.

"That means a lot to me, Harry. I accept your apology, I would have been the same way. I love you too, son." He says back.

"Goodnight, Robin."

"Night, Harry." He says.

I walk up the stairs, and head to my room. I take off my shirt and throw it in a random direction, not really caring where it landed. I fall into my bed and look up at my ceiling. I'm not afraid anymore, just numb. I drift off to sleep, the sandman taking away my breath in the blink of an eye.

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This book is unlike any book I've ever written. And I'm so happy, I think its going to be awesome. This is very different for me, but tbh I think I'll nail it. See ya next update. ❤