An Angel has My Heart

Prologue

( warning, small hints of suicide if you can call it that sksks )

Kahiau was in his home, when he heard his parents' arguing about another issue they had. His parents loved to complain and bitch on simple problems, ranging from one of them not washing the dishes, to being suspected of cheating after missing one phone call. However today, it felt more..important than usual, hearing them go at each other's throats. Kahiau loved watching crime related shows involving couples, and normally someone dies due to arguments, and was slowly getting a bad gut feeling., so he pulled out his phone, walking quietly to their bedroom and began recording.

"I think it's best if Kahiau was just out the picture," His father started. "I feel like neither of us were even ready to have a child either. Why didn't you listen to me and not have the kid?" His father wondered.

"Because I love him. Not sure about you— and I've always wanted a child. Kahiau is my world. I would never give him up." His mother replied, anger weaving throughout every word she said.

"Why? You're wasting your time on that boy? Pathetic." His father shook his head in disappointment, before his mother piped back up again.

"Thinking about it.. I.. I guess we weren't really ready.. just reckless," His mother paused and her eyes searched the room as if she were trying to take back her words or something. "..I wanted a straight son anyways. Athletic,, sporty,, always gets good grades. But no. I have a gay son who's.. strange."

His father smiled in approval. "Finally, something we can agree on," He quietly said. "Let's just get rid of him, yeah? Not put him up for adoption, cause who would want him?" His father wondered. His mother hummed in agreement, before a sly smile took place on her lips.

"Oh.. what if we just.. offed him? The kid'll be fine and won't be missed by that 'boyfriend' of his. There's so many ways we can do this. We just have to do it right." The woman said, letting the smile dance on her lips as her husband thought of a way.

They both stood there, just thinking for a moment. This was the closest the couple had been in years, and the most they've chatted without accentuation. Don't you think it's a little sad to only talk to your spouse when you want to kill your child?

"Let's see. When we off the boy, what'll happen? What do we do?" The male asked. The woman thought, moving her hair out the way as she tapped her fingers against the wall she stood by.

"Let's say he killed himself. The boy was considered crazy anyways. The police will definitely believe us if I break down and 'cry.' " The woman announced. The male nodded in agreement as they both thought. Finally, the male spoke up.

"Alright, let's do that. Now.. to get that boy away from his boyfriend so we can do this. This should be quick and easy, hm?" They both smirked before they began to discuss how they were going to go on with this idea. Both were oblivious to their son listening in.

Kahiau felt his heart stop. He felt frozen in place. He couldn't move. Couldn't talk. Couldn't hear his own thoughts. His hands trembled with the phone in his hands. Shaking, shaking shaking, praying neither of them saw him. The only thoughts he could processes was: "Run. Can't stay. They'll see me. Need to leave." He gave in to the thoughts. He ran to his room. He opened his closet to find a bookbag he'd usually have when he slept over his boyfriends house. He went as quick as he could, before his parents realize he was home.

He slowly put on his shoes, being mindful of his shoulder strap bag, and left out the back door. When he realized he was a safe distance from his home, he ran. Kept running somewhere. Anywhere. Wherever his anxiety deemed as safe. His boyfriend Jett's house. That's safe.