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Church. His second home. Every sunday, it was a routine. The belief of God, the belief of something good in the world. He was so innocent back then. Didn’t know better. The youngest of a pack of 5. Gods child, reading the bible at the age of 7. Never in the need of money, never in the need of a meaning in life. Knowing his purpose from the very beginning. Expensive, christian schools. He was not like the other rich kids.
Forming a bond with his local priest, Father Benedict was a good man. Loved. Loving. His second father, his best friend. It became personal. Dinners, sleepovers. He was 16 when he realized it was wrong. When he knew what he did to him.
Hitting him like a wall in the face.
Everything he had ever known was gone. Ruined, destroyed. Instead it created a trauma. Scared, angry, out of control. Yet he never told his parents.
A drastic change, stopped believing in anything, anything good, any God. Christianity became an illness, a virus in his body. He wanted it gone, out of his system. Feeling it in his bones as he still felt his hands in sensitive places.
Skipping school, burning the holy book, shutting down. Out of touch with his own body, his own feelings. What did he feel? What did he want to feel? Dreaming of suicide, dreaming of a way out of the pain.
Never told a soul, never got help. Maybe that’s why he’s cursed.
Cursed..
A wandering darkness, yet a bad habit. You will breathe him in like air, and drown when he’s gone.
Alone in Brooklyn. He hasn’t seen them in years, to them, he is more than just a sin.
A servant at a fancy restaurant. White shirts and a black butterfly is his uniform. Not in the need of anything. Except maybe some dignity. He’s broken himself. The hatred, the anger, the help he never got. It has all formed him.
Full of control, full of charm. He will kiss your hand one day, and break your heart the next. Only one girl had his heart. And he ruined it. Ruined her. Everything he touches, breaks. Then, why try?
Jealousy runs deep in his bones, it’s a part of the control. The need to know everything about everything and everyone.
Narcissistic traits, he won’t admit it of course. He will never be wrong, never make a mistake. A repulsive liar, especially when it comes to privacy. He won’t even tell you his parents' real names.
Yet you can never get enough of him. Once you have gotten a bite, you will have it all.
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