Loving the Pain (BoyxBoy)

Prologue

            Pain shot through Zariah’s body as he watched his own father’s fist connect with his jaw. He couldn’t take this pain anymore; the constant beating from his father and the neglectful love from his mother was just too much for his poor fragile body and soul to bear any longer. While his mother was out, his abusive father was beating him till he passed out. On occasion, his father would even drug him; anything to render him defenseless against his father’s wrath. No one was there to protect Zariah from what his father dished out on a daily bases, and soon, Zariah became accustom to the pain and suffering.

            A few years filled with blood and pain had passed and still Zariah’s life went completely unnoticed by his mother. Finally, the bruises and cuts grabbed her attention. After careful examination of her son’s half mangled body, Zariah’s mother took action. She had confronted her husband and demanded the truth out of him. Eventually he gave in and admitted to his crime. Zariah’s mother left in disgust, taking young Zariah with her.

            Zariah, still at the young age of seven and used to the pain his father brought him, started to conflict pain onto himself in any way possible. While his mother was ironing her clothes, Zariah would purposely let his fingers linger against the heated side of the iron just to bring back the memories of his father. He would consume any sort of pill till he got the high and delirious sensation that also reminded him of his father. No matter what, Zariah would never let the sensations take over. He would always watch what he consumed and was always careful not to harm himself in such a way where he would have to be hospitalized.

            It was just a way of life for him.

            Of course, Zariah’s mother was clueless. She would always seem to look away when she knew Zariah was up to no good. She felt like she would be of no help anyways.

            Time continued to pass as Zariah continued to purposely harm himself. Soon his mother couldn’t take the pain he was putting himself through and decided that Zariah needed help and a loving and caring mother. She decided to move them away from the shitty town they were forced to live in. She got a good paying job and moved herself and Zariah to a larger town where she thought he would be happier.

            Zariah didn’t care for the move; it was just another thing that happened in his life. He kept a straight face while his mother packed their things and pushed him into another life. No big deal. What Zariah didn’t expect was his mother’s new affection for her son. She tried to be the mother that Zariah never really had growing up as a child; even though he didn’t want her to be that way. He was fine being along; in fact, he preferred it to be that way.

            But of course, things never went Zariah’s way. There was always something to push him in the opposite direction of his goal. Something he never expected to happen.