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Warnings: mentions of abuse.'Childhood sweethearts' they said.
'They should get married, they'd be the greatest pair' they said.
But unfortunately that was just a joke and they didn't mean, what they saidCharles was a decent young man, you just couldn't understand why your father insisted on this Frederick character.
He was selfish, rude and a complete snob.
He was probably one of those kids that had a private room at school, all to himself with 3 top of the world teachers so he didn't have to be in a class of 24-30 students.
And probably in high school whenever he beat up a kid or it did something wrong. His father would always be there to bail him out of any situation and had enough money to do so.Even though your father had your life planned out, you still courted Charles.
Your days were spent basking in each other's company.
You planned to run away, start a family, escape this awful life your father had built up.But, as they always must your father caught on and screwed the lid shut on your already bottled dream.
"Frederick loves you, so you will do better!" You father yelled grabbing your arms forcefully.
"I don't love him!" You spat and you saw the rage boil in his eyes.
You were too weak to put up a fight against him.. so you gave in.So on a rainy morning your father forced you to the Xavier's.
You burst into the kitchen to find Charles, drinking a glass of water staring out at the rain.
So calm, so happy and shocked to see you drenched in rain and covered in bruises.
You fell to the ground and he was immediately at your side.
"We can never be together I'm so sorry." You sobbed into his chest.You sat there crying in his arms for hours, Charles said nothing but calming whispers.
Charles lifted you up onto the bench and ran his fingers through your hair.
His touch so soothing, nothing like Frederick's or your fathers.
A touch of your own.
"Does he love you?" He whispered
You stayed silent but, Charles nudged you again.
"Can't you just read my mind." You said softly and he shook his head.
"You know I don't like doing that."
You smiled slightly.
"He says he does." You breathed out.
"And do you, love him?" Charles hesitated.
"... I.. I-don't.. No." You bursted out crying into Charles' chest again.
"I love you! I love you Charles, I love no one but you!" You cried and he held you tightly to his chest.
"Run away with me.." he whispered into your ear.7 years later.
You were strolling in the park with your son on your hip walking on the cobblestone path.
"Dearest, I don't think this is the place for us." Your husband spoke.
"I like it, don't you like it, Obie." You tried to enthuse your son but all he wanted was his father.
Then you spotted a man, familiar, someone you knew.
His face turned and you recognised him.
"Oh my god."
"What is it dearest?"
"I think an old friend, would you mind?" You asked nervously afraid of what he might say.
He did nothing but nod.
You held your son out and your husband took him and continued to walk as you made your way over to the man.
"Charles?" You asked and his head immediately snapped up.
"Y/n?" He asked confused and surprised.
"Yes."
You looked down to his wheelchair
And you sat down on the bench.
"What happened to you?"
Charles smiled and laughed, then stopped.
"I'm sorry but, that's none of your business."
You felt hurt at his words.
How could he shut you out like that.
"I'm sorry I just don't feel, comfortable sharing it with you."
"Yes ofcourse that's... fine, I was just wondering." You twiddled your thumbs trying to think up a conversation.
"Was that?" Charles looked in the direction of your husband.
"Frederick, yes." You held your head down in shame.
"And I assume, your.."
"Yes and that's none of your business." You snapped.
"Looks like we both don't want to talk." He sighed leaning back in his chair.You felt uneasy, a slight headache feeling. You knew what it was you always felt like this when Charles read your mind, or tried to.
"Well if it's going to be like that I'll just leave!" You shot up and collected your bag.
"No don't."
"Why? Your not talking to me, you think it's better just to rummage through my mind without my permission!" You growled.
"Because I'm stil in love with you."
"And i am too Charles." You said quietly. You sat down and took his hand.
"You have a son now..." His face turned from anger to sadness.
"Believe me, it wasn't my choice."
"He's your son, h-"
"I love him, no doubt but, I didn't want to get pregnant, it wasn't.."
"He abuses you." Charles said bluntly.
"Reading my mind again?" You chuckled.
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't be, we could've been together, we could've run away, I chose this."
"You Didn't, your father did." Charles protested.
"But I still chose to go through with it."
"And have a child." He bluntly said again.
"He's not even my son, I love him but he's nothing like me."
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"He's, different but, not in a unique way, he's a lot like his father, too much. He's some kind of machine I remember birthing him, he never cried i thought he was still born but he just.. wasn't crying. I held him and it felt like he sucked to life out of me, I wasn't even feeding him.
I couldn't hold him for weeks but frederick had this connection with him straight up, when we got home he ignored me just holding our nameless child.
He ignored me for months on end.
He named him Oberon, I disagreed with the name but he just slammed me into a wall.
Then he started to grow up and now we're here." You explained
"You still want to leave?"
"Yes." Your words leaving more as a plea then an answer.
Frederick came up to you both with your spoilt son.
"My love, it's time to leave, Obie is gettting fed up with this park."
"Are you sure its not you." Charles slipped out.
"Excuse me?"
"Your excused."
"Dear, its time to leave." Frederick said sternly.
"Of course-"
'Don't..' Charles reached for your hand but you drifted to far out of his reach
"Come here, Obie." He jumped into your arms and you asked Frederick to grab your bag.
"You don't love her, you consider her property."
"A wife belongs to a husband just like a daughter belongs to a father, every man knows that."
"Not a decent one."
"Are you trying to rile me up sir?" Frederick was loosing his patience.
"No, I just want the love of my life to be happy, and your making her depressed."
"Love.. you must be Xavier." Frederick inquired.
"Charles Xavier, yes."
"You've corrupted my wife's mind for years on end."
"And you've haunted her bed, abusing her for years on end." Charles retorted.
"A little discipline never hurt any woman."
"Now I understand why her father picked you over me." Charles laughed.
"Finally Xavier, you've come to see l'm the better man?"
"No, he needed someone who would treat her the way he did. He needed someone with the same sickening mind."
"I don't like what your implying sir and I'd like to get back to my son-"
'Your lucky she hasn't snapped'
"Who said.. that." Frederick looked around confused.
'She's special, with one touch she could boil you from the inside out'
"How are you doing that?!" Frederick exclaimed.
'The only reason she doesn't is because she doesn't want to be like her father.'You looked back and you saw what Charles was doing to Frederick.
Out of decency you wanted to stop him but.. today was no day for decency.
"Frederick James Stryker Hanson. The cousin of William Stryker."
You heard the name Stryker and you body jolted and your heat stopped.
You looked down to your son and over to Frederick.You helped this line continue, you helped the Stryker name have a successful lineage.
Your body as cold as ever walked over to Charles and Frederick. Your hand grabbed your husbands and he felt the heat immediately.
"Y/n, your as hot as fire!" He said panicked.
He looked into your eyes and you showed him his fate.
'Her power is not magic, it's a mutation. You being as smart as you are, should know. Just like her father, she can produce heat at temperatures hotter that the core of the earth. That heat can do damaging things to the body, and what she's showing you know, that's from her mothers side considering she was a telepath such as myself. So I suggest if you don't want to get killed you leave with your son and go far as your pitiful legs can carry you' Charles' eyes turned soft as they set on you and you let go of Frederick's arm and he ran off to your car and drove off and the last you saw of that life was the shining of that blue car.
"Now you can screw off that lid of that bottled dream." Charles said holding your hand.A/n: You guys don't need to be anonymous, people shouldn't judge you on here, if they do... fuck them.
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