Addy's Perspective,
It wasn't fair.
It isn't fair.
It will never be fair.
Unimportant voices laughed at my direction as I made my way into the front of the class. Humiliation burns through me.
My hands reached for the eraser as I wiped the chalk on the board bearing an embarrassing statement about me.
A few moments later, when the board was clean and the room was roaring with laughter, I made my way fast and steady towards Miranda Shelly.
Where I slapped her square on the face while she was laughing like a fucking hyena.
My long loved silence befell once more. Miranda Shelly lay on the ground, her head bleeding. I suppose she hit her head.
I felt no guilt. I was thirteen.
The bell rang and that was the story on how I got expelled on my first day from Minstune Middle School.
2 YEARS LATER..
Before this story begins i just want to clarify some things about me.
I'm gay.
That's all there is for now.
Because today is the day I will be starting my first day at a new school as a third year highschool student at the prestigious private school; Cypress Academy of Arts and Science.
Me and my aunt went to the said school, to have my body measured so that a taylor can customize my uniform, mainly to have it fit perfectly, so that next year we will once again spend a very questionable amount of money to buy another uniform for me.
See how well the school profits through very tiny and almost oblivious strategies?
"Should I leave you at your mom's?" My aunt asked, Aunt Marygold Von Draven. Descendant of old money socialites and democrats, 42 years old and divorced, someone who has officially cut ties with her sibling. My mother; Morgan Von Draven.
An unmarried slut who's purpose in life was to leech off the money from her trust fund and use her daughter to gain and suck on the grandfather's favor to earn his trust and later on, his fortune.
"No," I responded in a quiet mumble "..no thanks."
So she stopped at an alleyway, looking for people around. Once she figured the coast was clear, her fingers, within seconds was wrapped around my neck choking me to death.
Her devil smirk spread across her face and her lips were on mine. Roughly engaging itself as she asked for entrance to which I tearfully deny.
No.
No.
No please don't, please don't please—
I didn't get why all the adults in my family were all fucking pedophiles.
My trembling hands reached for my clothes scattered on the floor. Back then, I didn't get why my grandfather would strip me as well and promise me toys. I remember it vividly; standing on a glass stage with other older men like grandad. I was eight. Tears started to flood my eyes.
It wasn't fair.
It isn't fair.
It will never be.
"Addy!" my roommate, Valentine Coldwell opened the door of our shared apartment.
"Wha- are your legs okay?" keep it calm. "you have bruises here too- Addy what the hell happened?"
It wasn't fair.
"Val..."
Finally, as if the weight of the world had been doubled on my shoulders, I fell.
Clinging to the only hope I knew, the only person I could give my trust to which was so little that a grain would weigh abosolutley more.
And so I went on to tell him. We were fifteen.
"Your going to be alright." Valentine tried to soothe me. Rubbing his cold gifted pianist hands on my back.
Im wearing his sweater. It smelt like him.
"What time is it?" I asked
"It's uhhhmm... four o'clock in the morning"
"First day of school huh Val?" we both chuckled, "Ready to get your man's?" his face blushed. He would honestly make a fine tomato.
"I don't think you should go." he looked at me, worried.
"it's fine–"
"No Addy it isn't." We stared on the outside window while the sky blended every wonderful color on it's pallette. Today, we got Pink and gold for sunrise.
We then both fell asleep on each other's arms.
Maybe...just maybe...for once,
It was fair.
A/n : a warning now that you've read the first chapter, this story has A LOT of trigger warnings. Mentions of ab*se, r*pe, gro*ming and others.
I suggest that if you aren't comfortable with these things you should drop the story and find a wholesome one where the protagonist lives a life of happiness. My protagonist will live a life of despair, grief, and loss.
A/n : (about the story),
I write this book in hopes to bring awareness about issues that are very little talked about. I love writing and yet this is my first book.
Hopefully I will have readers that I will gain throughout my journey to support me. In return I strive to continue to improve and give better story telling.
Thankyou :')