Demand
Gabriel hated when his father demanded straight A's.
He wasn't the brightest boy by any accounts. He was also demanded to be straight in account that when he was a child, being gay could end his family with a terrible reputation.
And if his father already didn't hate him enough, if he knew Gabriel's secret, he'd be sent to the grave.
He hated the demands of having to dress in whatever was chosen for him or having to eat a special diet.
Not like he ate it anyway.
Little Gabriel would hide in his mother's grip when he had enough of his father's yelling. She would comfort him and relieve him of her husband's constant demands for both of them.
"Mommy, why does daddy not let me have fun?"
"Don't listen to him sometimes. He's crazy." She kissed her young son's forehead, successfully soothing the panicking boy.
His father entered angrily. "I demand an explanation of why that little... mistake is here instead of practicing piano.
"Oh let him have some fun he's just a boy. You can allow him to retake those classes as an older boy. What good does piano do to a five year old?"
"Well it keeps him out of my sight. I don't care but my demands are commands." He hissed. His fist curled up in anger.
"Let him just have some fun or he'll end up doing the same to his kids."
"He's not getting any family with that attitude. Besides, I decide what's best for that thing!"
"Don't call Gabriel a thing! He's our son!"
"He's your son! I told you I demanded a DNA test and you still haven't gotten it!" He slapped the woman hard.
Gabriel got in between them before they fought more. "Mommy, daddy, please don't fight. Don't hit mommy." He whined. He pushed his father away.
His father grabbed Gabriel by the collar of his shirt, dragging the kicking and screaming child to the bedroom. "Now do what I asked or there will be worse consequences." He hissed and slammed the door.
Gabriel cried and cried into his pillow. He hated all these demands. He could never have liberty.
He hated having to be forced to hide his true sexual preference to avoid therapy and a possible demand against him from his father, or being forced to do things he hated.
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Gabriel rubbed his forehead quietly in his office. He demanded that Nathalie come over to look at the papers for him.
Nathalie promptly came over frowning. "Really sir? Just for this?"
"I demand you help me."
"You sound like a whiny child, sir."
Gabriel huffed. "I'm not."
"Makes you sound even more."
"I demand you to stop." He whined.
"I demand you get some therapy." Nathalie rolled her eyes and promptly made him an appointment.
Gabriel sighed. He'd never be happy with the constant demands of his childhood still floating around. He knew he'd never manage to get those feelings away from his soul. Oh well, it's not like he wasn't already cold in all ways...
