Insatiable (UNDERGOING REWRITES)

**Chapter 34 : Gabriel Morgan**

!!!PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE CONTINUING TO THE CHAPTER!!!

!!!TRIGGER WARNING!!!

CONTAINS ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS, RAPE, MURDER, GANG VIOLENCE

THIS CHAPTER IS VERY TRIGGERING, SO PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ THIS CHAPTER, I WILL LEAVE A PG SYNOPSIS AT THE VERY END AS THIS CHAPTER IS VERY RELEVANT TO THE PLOT AND TO CONTINUE THE STORY YOU MUST KNOW WHAT HAPPENS HERE. IF YOU DO DECIDE TO READ THIS, AND WHILE READING YOU DECIDE IT IS TOO MUCH, PLEASE GO AHEAD TO THE VERY END TO READ THE PG SYNOPSIS. I WILL NOT BE HURT IF YOU DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER IN FULL LENGTH.

THANK YOU. RC.

"You can run, Joo-joo! But I'll always find you!"

His voice was louder than it was a second ago, meaning he was closer to finding me. With my hand over my mouth, my other arm holding my legs as close to my body as I could get them, I hoped he wouldn't think to look here.

It was the closet dad stored all of his old military gear in as well as other memorabilia from his past.

"From my life before you and your brother," he would say.

This was the first time I've ever been inside this closet, otherwise off limits to my brother and I. But my combination of eight year old curiosity and rebelliousness was enough to lead me to hide in the closet during the game of hide and seek.

Military uniforms, badges, even some guns...but what caught my eyes the most was the lonely chest in the back full of a few t-shirts, some pins, photos, and hundreds upon hundreds of letters. They were all addressed to dad in slanted words, some stained, some crumbled, but most were laid open, seemingly untouched.

Dad found me minutes later, not my brother in our game of hide-and-seek, before I could really get into the stuff. He scolded me, gave me my first grounding before he apologized later in the evening, explaining to my brother and I that he lost someone very dear to him before he found us. That the chest in the closet was all he had left of this person, and that some day, when he was ready, he'd share it all with us.

That day never came.

– – –

I was sixteen when I met him.

Phineas Malone.

He was a few years older than me. And he wasn't just nice to me, treating me like how any young, gay boy wants to be treated, but he was gorgeous too. Short blond hair, bright blue eyes, tall and fit...he was perfect, dreamy, and everything I could have ever wanted. At sixteen at least.

He took me on ice cream dates, to the movies, for walks around the lake, even to an amusement park once. He would write me sweet letters and give them to me anytime we were together.

Then he introduced me to his friends.

Or rather...his gang.

And things were never the same.

– – –

"Come here, baby."

It was like an impulse, to rise from my spot on the floor, homework forgotten to stand in front of Phineas. His bright blue eyes walked from my head to my feet and back again. An appreciative look always seemed to be on his face when he looked at me these days. But I watched as it quickly changed into a serious look. Everything about him became blank and void so quickly that I almost had to move away from him. He seemed to realize it too, because his grip on my wrist now tightened enough so little bolts of pain shot up my arm.