The Systems Prince (DISCONTINUED)

[1.14]

(You know shizz about to go down when I add music. That being said, this chapter's kind of dark so... blood warning.)

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12 years ago...

"Martha please. Please don't go." Miles watched as his father clung to his mother's leg, pleading and crying hysterically. He had never seen his father in such a state, it made him cry too. He didn't fully comprehend what was happening, but he understood that his mother was leaving. His mother simply looked on at him in disgust, thinking the man clinging to her was nothing but a pathetic excuse of a man. His father continued to plead with her, his words strangled and desperate. He had never seen his father act like this before; so helpless.

"I'll change - I swear. I'll stop drinking, I'll get a job. I promise. I promise you I'll change."

She pushed him off, "You said that before, Nick! You keep making promises you can't keep. I can't do this anymore. I can't live like this. I deserve better."

Her words quieted his father as he wallowed in shame on the floor in front of her. His mother sent one last look towards her son. She bit her lip and tore her eyes away from him, before slamming the door and leaving them forever. Nothing but his father's cries and the echo of the door slamming shut rang in his ears.

8 years ago...

Just like his mother said, his father hadn't changed. He kept on drinking. He only got worse as the years went on. They were forced to move to a shitty neighborhood because his father couldn't afford the rent. His father could barely keep a stable job, so Miles helped out any way he could. He babysat, mowed lawns, took any job he could that would help out his father's family situation.

But no matter how many jobs he took on - his father still beat him. His father blamed Miles for being the reason his mother left. He took his anger out on his own son. Anything would set him off. Unwashed dishes, bad grades, even looking his way and he would get a hard right hook to his face. He soon became numb to the pain over the years, and didn't dare oppose his father. He even started to believe that he was the reason his mother left. He believed every word his father would call him. Worthless. Pathetic. The only time he could truly be himself was around his friend, Charlie. The only time he could truly smile and mean it, was around Charlie. Charlie's house was like his second home.

Charlie didn't know about his situation. He didn't need to. Miles always came up with an excuse for why he always had bruises on his face. He soon used makeup to cover up his wounds so people would stop asking about them. He was ashamed. He didn't want people to treat him any differently. He didn't want their pity. He just wanted to feel normal, accepted. The only time he felt normal was at school. He made as many friends as possible to fill the empty hole in his heart his father had made. To distract him from the pain of his father's fists. He soon found himself faking each smile, faking the personality everyone came to love. At one point, he himself started to believe who he pretended to be. He was Miles Sawyer, the golden boy who was charming and easy going. He loved being loved, because for the first time in a long time, he felt that he was important. Not useless, or pathetic like his father had said. His smile and words had an effect on others around him, and they weren't used to hurt and torture.

1 year ago...

He had been living in his facade for years. He had grown accustomed to it. Until that one day, his best friend just had to tell him he was gay. He didn't have a problem with that, he couldn't care less with what gender he was attracted to.

It was the fact Charlie's family had accepted him for who he truly was.

He was jealous. His father would never accept him for who he was. His father was a very traditional man, he always made it perfectly clear that he wouldn't have a son as a faggot. He made it perfectly clear his son wouldn't be his son anymore if that were the case. His father wouldn't love him anymore. His father... would leave him just like his mother had all those years ago.