It Wasn't Supposed To Be This Way

First Part

Learning about Marcus

                    

                    

Macalis is the last name that was forced on me at birth. If I could choose It would have been some thing more, I don't know Average. Some thing you would hear anywhere. Like Simmons or Fitzgerald or anything normal, as long as it is not Macalis. 

I never had real friends. They all liked my younger siblings. But I get it I am the eldest and it was how it is. After all they are they younger ones they were the ones who father liked more. Whom ever father liked more would be taken on trips and places that you could only dream of. 

It is actually supposed to be the eldest child. The first born of Adrian Carter Macalis is or was supposed to be the one he liked the most. The perfect model child the one to inherit and take over the family business but the thing is. Adrian Macalis despised his eldest child. The eldest being of male and identical in features to his father and mother, most would say the perfect combination of the two. Adrian Macalis despised his first born son for the reason of he was, identical to his first wife. The wife he truly loved, the wife who passed at child birth, the wife who was so innocent and pure. The wife who truly loved him not for his money but for him. His first born is me.

  I am Marcus Samandriel Macalis. First born child of Adrian Carter Macalis and Marisa Rose. I have the facial features of my father and a lot of his qualities, But my body structure is of my mother, I have her petite curvy body and rare eye colour as my hands delicate not of a mans. I know now why my father does not want me. Not only does he despise me for being the death of my mother but also looking like her. Hearing from the servants that have been here since my mother, I sound like her also, my voice light and soft like hers. My mothers favourite handmaiden who was also my care taker as a young child has now been telling me how much I am like her. I can not yell at people it makes me feel bad and I just can not make myself do it, she tells me that my mother was the same way. I am a kind spirit and soul is what she would say, just like my mother. 

My father loathes how much I look like my mother, so I don't like to leave my room unless I really have to. I don't want my father in pain. Even after loathing me I still can not hate him. His reason is valid.

His other reason is I'm Gay.