Break The Chains // Krii7y

{Chapter 1}

It was the dead of night. No noises were heard and it was pitch black in the house of an 18 year old boy. This boy had pure white, kind of messy hair, different colored eyes like 3D glasses and he stood at 5'8. He had an average build, not being very strong or buff, being thin to the point if he sucked in his ribs would be very noticeable. His name, as his fans and friends usually called him, was Smitty. Although his real name was Jaren, people called him Smitty since it was his name on YouTube.

Jaren laid in his bed, peacefully asleep in the silence and safety of his own home, soon to be disturbed by the ringing of his phone. Jaren shifted some in his bed, slowly waking up with a groan before he reached over grabbing his phone without looking at the name. Jaren answered and got a 'pleasant' message from his 'dad' that was short, but not sweet.

His dad slurred his words as he talked loudly with a hint of annoyance in his voice. He said to Jaren, "I'm moving in with you and you have no choice, it'll be explained later."

Then he hung up, Jaren was still tired so it took a bit to fully process what he just heard. After he processed the information he started to panic a little. Jaren did not want to see his dad at all, or to hear he was going to be stuck with him; which meant he had no other place to go since his dad did not have a lot of money, mostly from wasting it on drinks, drugs and prostitutes.

Jaren stressed the rest of the night away over his dad. Immediate thoughts of his childhood flashed through his mind; thoughts of living with his father. He was terrified of going back to those times. He did not know how that would work out with his online friends and YouTube. Jaren was not ready to have his dad over, the fear starting to build up in his chest.

His breathing got a little strange. His heart started to pound hard against his ribs. Jaren was doing everything he could to calm down, but the more he thought of his dad coming the worse it got. He was panicking a lot, getting up from his bed and started to pace a little, trying to calm down. His thoughts were going so wild, he didn't notice the sun coming up and that night turned to day. His realization that it was day just made his panic grow. He was running short on time already. He had to do something, to prepare in some way. Get the house clean, that would work. It needed to be spotless, needed to be perfect.. Just like it used to be..

He went out of the room frantically. He grabbed all the cleaning supplies he had and got to work. He used up just about everything he had, but he did not care. As long as his father liked it and he would not get in any trouble, he used up all the supplies, even going as far to make sure the walls and even the ceiling were cleaned. The thought of getting food in his system completely left his mind from the state of panic he was in. Jaren was running off of pure fear and anxiety.

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Another boy, named John, also known as Kryoz, was 20 years old, standing at about 6'1. Along with an average build, he had light brown hair that at one point was dyed blonde and had grown out to a couple of inches above his shoulders. He recently got his hair cut short and back to how it was before. He was quite skinny, although he didn't have a 6 pack or was crazily strong.

John was sleeping peacefully until the sunlight crept through his window through a crack through his curtains. The sunlight shined in his face, making him stir. He groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, that were blue with a hint of green, just to get blinded by the sun and close them again. He turned away from the windows so the sun was not hitting his face and reopened his eyes, with a small sigh.

He laid there staring off to random things in his room. He thought to himself, 'I should clean my room sometime, but not now-' He slowly rose up and got out of his bed to be met with a cold floor making him freeze up like a deer in headlights. He then headed out of his room to the kitchen, thinking about what he should do today.