Prince Among Mortals (Boyxboy)

Chapter 2

Adrien felt like crap when he got home. He opened the door and stepped into an empty and quiet house. His nose was still bleeding a little, legs were limp and his wrists. . . .He couldn't even look at them. Locking the door behind him, he headed up stairs and tossed his bag into its corner. Flopping onto his bed, he stuffed his face in the pillow and cried.

He felt horrible. His father was a horrible man and Adrien wonder what Mother saw in that fucked up bastard.

"Why did it come to this?" He asked his white teddy bear, which sat in a corner of his room. His sighed heavily and whipped his tears. His father was a busy man, the head of some company that killed trees and build buildings, but he had a short temper and was the Devil in disguise. He would always hit Adrien, sometimes for no reason, and at night. . . .

No, I won't think about that.

His mother a kind women but she was. . . . .well, an exotic dancer. She tried to spend time with Adrien, but nowadays that didn't happen much anymore. When he turned ten, his mother started working late and either forgot to pick him up from school because she was tired, or was too drunk to remember that she had a son. He still loved her, even if her love was distant.

His father was too busy to pay him any mind when he was little and somehow always had business trips on his birthday, in the summer, and on Christmas and his mother always went with him. But when Adrien turned fourteen, that was when his father started get pissed off and started hitting him and did other sinful things. If anyone knew about what his father did, Adrien would've been mortified and would've killed himself. Not even Mom knew what his father was doing. Dad always made sure to keep it a secret and Adrien just didn't have the stomach to tell her.

He hated his father. He would love to kill the man. He loved his mother though and sadly, she loved her husband.

"Business trips," he scoffed, "yeah right." He pulled out his mythical creature book, a present from his parents when he was eight. It was the last gift he received from them and opened the black covered encrusted with emeralds and started reading.

"Maybe I'll go see that new restaurant this Sunday," he said aloud. "Then I'll do something stupid that'll get me thrown in jail while I'm at it!" He waited for a response but knew that he wouldn't get one. "You two can stay wherever the hell you are. I certainly don't need Dad! Mom can come home but Dad can go to hell for all I care."

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Sunday afternoon rolled around. Adrien walked along the streets, listening to the busy cars honking and driving by and the people talking on their phones. With directions from a few locals in the area, he headed down the street till he came upon the construction zone for the new restaurant. The loud sounds of the tools breaking and chipping away at the old building occupying the space and the noise of traffic almost made it hard to hear his own thoughts. He stopped in a parking lot across from the construction zone and sat on a concrete bar that indicated parking spaces and watched the workers work and the cars driving by.

A cool breeze blew by, brushing against his skin. He closed his eyes, forgetting the world and its troubles as he took a breath-and smelled smog, car exhaust, and the smell of cigarette smoke. His eyes snapped opened and an ominous crack whipped through the air.

He got to his feet and turned, where his eyes landed on a beautiful Lamborghini Veneno a few spots over from where he sat. Memorized by the beauty, he walked over and examined it. The sleek, slender body was painted sliver that reflected the sun's rays along-and a beautiful large crack was in the windshield.

His fingers reached out and touched the rough crack and suddenly a baseball flew pass him and crashed through the windshield! He heard laughter from a distant and looked up. John and Rick where running down the street through the sea of people. He looked back at the car then back up, turned, and fled the parking lot. He stopped when he crossed the street and looked back.