Miguel POV:School? If I was told three days ago that I was going to be allowed to go to school, I would have beaten that person to a pulp but here I was, with my backpack, standing before my school gates. Of course, I was getting the weird stares but who cares? This is me and I felt really unbothered because I have passed through hell three days ago. I had no idea what caused the devil to change his mind about letting me go to school. I almost thought it was Sebastian but not until I saw them trying to pull their heads off did I realize there was no way that devil, Devon, was going to listen to him.I took a deep breath in, ready to start school. I have never been so happy to start school than I was today. I guess Devon's beatings did one on me."Miguel!" And there, I had to hear my name being called by the rat who made my first encounter with the devil disastrous. I didn't blame her because I knew if it was fate, I was definitely going to meet Devon sooner or later.Before I had tim
As much as I didn't want to leave this astonishing position, the series of gasps from the other students definitely wasn't allowing it. I could only sigh deeply before reflexively trying to force myself up but instead, I felt my waist been pushed back up.At first, I thought someone had helped me up but not until I heard the more audible shocked gasps of the students. I was confused. 'What's going on?" I thought to myself as I pulled Shirley up.I didn't want to check the expression on his face. The one who always had fun in bullying others, most especially me. I really didn't want to but I knew it was now or never. So, I did what every normal human would do."What the hell do you want Damien?"Yeah, real smooth Miguel. The more audible gasps I heard, the more I knew I was in for a lot of sh*t!"What did you just say to me?""I said nothing. It was more like a question," And my mouth had to go ahead and put me into more trouble like I haven't had enough.In the blink of an eye, I saw
Miguel POV:My family always said I was the bad child,throwing me away into the bad pile. All my life been putting on a fake smilesitting on my own, feel like I'm exiledFeeling like I always do the wrong thingstelling all their friends that I'm the bad kid, though, it wasn't told only if they asked about me. I was an oddball in school and at home, in fact, wherever I went. I closed myself to the outside world and have learned to read expressions of humans. Beaten at home and in school, almost became a victim of rape. Y'all would think I was miraculously saved, but I wasn't, instead, I became a victim of domestic violence. Even in my home, I couldn't move freely. It was as if a chain had been tied to my neck to push and pull when needed.All this all started when I was ten years old. The age I got to know whom I was. People say you don't get to realize who you are until you become older, but that was not the same for me. At a very young age, I knew who I was and what I wanted. My
Miguel POV:I didn't realize when I zoned out until I felt someone tap my shoulder.Without turning to look at the person, I knew who it was. Shirley, my father's best friend's daughter, the only girl I exchanged few words with. It was her father who always find a way to treat me secretly after being beaten up. He knew all too well about the way I was treated and secretly helped me without my family's notice.“Miguel, what are you up to after school?” I heard Shirley asked, and I shook my finger at her, not willing to talk. She seemed to understand what I meant because she immediately cheered and ranted away.“Yay! That's good. My father gave me few dollars for us to buy snacks after school. Wanna come along?” Without blinking an eye, I immediately shook my head in refusal. It wasn't that I feared going out, it was all because I would rather not be tortured after having so many fractured bones and bruises yesterday.“Wow! This is the first time you're agreeing to my request. Miguel,
Devon POV:Slumping on my seat in my office, I sighed deeply. This was the first time in the thousands of years I've lived that I'd think about someone so much. The most annoying thing was that my thoughts weren't occupied by a female, but a male at that! " I'm homophobic, for goodness’ sake!” I yelled and smashed the wine filled glass I was formerly twirling.I ran my fingers through my hair, praying to the goddess that he'd leave my thought, but soon got interrupted when the door was slammed open.Without checking to see who it was, I already knew it was my b*stard of a brother. My stepbrother, to be precise. To say we were always at each other's throat would be an understatement, we were literally sworn enemies. Our enmity only developed, all because of what happened in the past.“I heard you were caught again today. This is one of the reasons why father is disappointed with you. Well, what is expected of a bastard?”. He snickered while standing before me with his hands folded ac
Miguel POV:As I walked to school, memories from last night kept hunting me! I could never get the image of that face out of my head. It was like they were haunting me. After checking the mirror this morning, there were obvious eye bags below my eyes.Today, I've chosen to wear my hoodie down. I was so sick of hiding and protecting myself from the world when no one really cared about me!I thought back to Shirley who also witnessed the same thing as I did last night and wondered if her mind was at rest. This was the little affection I could show towards her, since she seemed to care about me. Trusting people was no longer my thing after what happened with the boy I thought loved me.As I walked through the gates of school, a bad feeling suddenly arose in me. I tried shaking it off, but the more I did, the more it came. “What's going on?” I mumbled to myself.“Wow, you're gorgeous despite the panda eyes you're possessing,” I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard Shirley say this behind
Devon POV:I stared emotionlessly at the boy who gave me a sleepless night. I was more surprised, hearing this bastard of a man saying he was trading his son to pay his debt. Although, this was what I wanted to achieve, but seeing that he really did it in the blink of an eye got me so pissed that I was willing to snap his neck. I glared at him and turned my focus to his son, whose eyes stared wide-eyed at his crap of a father. I felt a string of pity for him as I watched him. He looked so fragile that he could break if touched.What the hell am I thinking of? I thought to myself and took my eyes off him and turned to his father.“Please sir, you said I can use anything to pay my debt. I'm willing to use him and that is if you'll accept him,” his father answered while smiling broadly. I wondered how he had the heart to sell his son without remorse. Not only that, but I mean, he didn't even think twice about selling him.Miguel POV:Unsurprisingly I was sold to Mr. red eye whose name I
MIGUEL POV:“To what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked calmly, but his voice carried hints of anger. I gulped loudly, and it was then I registered the sight before me. On his table laid a naked woman who looked so lost in the euphoria she was getting. Then and there, I knew I had come at the wrong time, but it was too late to go back in time. Deep down, I felt a pang of pain in me knowing what was happening few minutes ago in this room. I immediately shook the thoughts brewing in my head and turned to look everywhere but at the naked people.“ERM…ERM…,” I stammered out, unable to form coherent words. I was so lost in thinking of what brought me here that I didn't realize I was being glared at. It was until I heard a loud bang in the table that I snapped out of my thoughts.“What the fuck do you want?” Mr. red eye yelled at me with so much anger, making me shiver in fright. I had almost run out of his study room when I remembered the main purpose of my untimely 'visit'.'No, I wasn't go
As much as I didn't want to leave this astonishing position, the series of gasps from the other students definitely wasn't allowing it. I could only sigh deeply before reflexively trying to force myself up but instead, I felt my waist been pushed back up.At first, I thought someone had helped me up but not until I heard the more audible shocked gasps of the students. I was confused. 'What's going on?" I thought to myself as I pulled Shirley up.I didn't want to check the expression on his face. The one who always had fun in bullying others, most especially me. I really didn't want to but I knew it was now or never. So, I did what every normal human would do."What the hell do you want Damien?"Yeah, real smooth Miguel. The more audible gasps I heard, the more I knew I was in for a lot of sh*t!"What did you just say to me?""I said nothing. It was more like a question," And my mouth had to go ahead and put me into more trouble like I haven't had enough.In the blink of an eye, I saw
Miguel POV:School? If I was told three days ago that I was going to be allowed to go to school, I would have beaten that person to a pulp but here I was, with my backpack, standing before my school gates. Of course, I was getting the weird stares but who cares? This is me and I felt really unbothered because I have passed through hell three days ago. I had no idea what caused the devil to change his mind about letting me go to school. I almost thought it was Sebastian but not until I saw them trying to pull their heads off did I realize there was no way that devil, Devon, was going to listen to him.I took a deep breath in, ready to start school. I have never been so happy to start school than I was today. I guess Devon's beatings did one on me."Miguel!" And there, I had to hear my name being called by the rat who made my first encounter with the devil disastrous. I didn't blame her because I knew if it was fate, I was definitely going to meet Devon sooner or later.Before I had tim
Miguel Pov:I have been f*cking out for two good days! Two precious days and it's all because of him! "Hey...are you even listening to me?" Sebastian asked, still chuckling which made me quirk an eyebrow at him. I don't know where the confidence came from but I really wanted to let loose right now. My body is as stiff as a rock."Uhh, I'm sorry? What were you saying?" I stretched my legs and a moan escaped my lips due to how comfortable it felt.I immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment and peeked at Sebastian who soon released a loud chuckle, making me blush in embarrassment.Taking a good look at his features, I realized he was one handsome fellow but he was nothing like the Greek god who beat me to this state. Sebastian was like the other version of Devon, hmm, I like the feel of his n...Sh*t, nevermind. Sebastian had a friendly temperament making anyone feel comfortable with him on first encounter. It was unlike that of Devon who had the aura of 'Don't come closer if you wi
MIGUEL POV:“To what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked calmly, but his voice carried hints of anger. I gulped loudly, and it was then I registered the sight before me. On his table laid a naked woman who looked so lost in the euphoria she was getting. Then and there, I knew I had come at the wrong time, but it was too late to go back in time. Deep down, I felt a pang of pain in me knowing what was happening few minutes ago in this room. I immediately shook the thoughts brewing in my head and turned to look everywhere but at the naked people.“ERM…ERM…,” I stammered out, unable to form coherent words. I was so lost in thinking of what brought me here that I didn't realize I was being glared at. It was until I heard a loud bang in the table that I snapped out of my thoughts.“What the fuck do you want?” Mr. red eye yelled at me with so much anger, making me shiver in fright. I had almost run out of his study room when I remembered the main purpose of my untimely 'visit'.'No, I wasn't go
Devon POV:I stared emotionlessly at the boy who gave me a sleepless night. I was more surprised, hearing this bastard of a man saying he was trading his son to pay his debt. Although, this was what I wanted to achieve, but seeing that he really did it in the blink of an eye got me so pissed that I was willing to snap his neck. I glared at him and turned my focus to his son, whose eyes stared wide-eyed at his crap of a father. I felt a string of pity for him as I watched him. He looked so fragile that he could break if touched.What the hell am I thinking of? I thought to myself and took my eyes off him and turned to his father.“Please sir, you said I can use anything to pay my debt. I'm willing to use him and that is if you'll accept him,” his father answered while smiling broadly. I wondered how he had the heart to sell his son without remorse. Not only that, but I mean, he didn't even think twice about selling him.Miguel POV:Unsurprisingly I was sold to Mr. red eye whose name I
Miguel POV:As I walked to school, memories from last night kept hunting me! I could never get the image of that face out of my head. It was like they were haunting me. After checking the mirror this morning, there were obvious eye bags below my eyes.Today, I've chosen to wear my hoodie down. I was so sick of hiding and protecting myself from the world when no one really cared about me!I thought back to Shirley who also witnessed the same thing as I did last night and wondered if her mind was at rest. This was the little affection I could show towards her, since she seemed to care about me. Trusting people was no longer my thing after what happened with the boy I thought loved me.As I walked through the gates of school, a bad feeling suddenly arose in me. I tried shaking it off, but the more I did, the more it came. “What's going on?” I mumbled to myself.“Wow, you're gorgeous despite the panda eyes you're possessing,” I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard Shirley say this behind
Devon POV:Slumping on my seat in my office, I sighed deeply. This was the first time in the thousands of years I've lived that I'd think about someone so much. The most annoying thing was that my thoughts weren't occupied by a female, but a male at that! " I'm homophobic, for goodness’ sake!” I yelled and smashed the wine filled glass I was formerly twirling.I ran my fingers through my hair, praying to the goddess that he'd leave my thought, but soon got interrupted when the door was slammed open.Without checking to see who it was, I already knew it was my b*stard of a brother. My stepbrother, to be precise. To say we were always at each other's throat would be an understatement, we were literally sworn enemies. Our enmity only developed, all because of what happened in the past.“I heard you were caught again today. This is one of the reasons why father is disappointed with you. Well, what is expected of a bastard?”. He snickered while standing before me with his hands folded ac
Miguel POV:I didn't realize when I zoned out until I felt someone tap my shoulder.Without turning to look at the person, I knew who it was. Shirley, my father's best friend's daughter, the only girl I exchanged few words with. It was her father who always find a way to treat me secretly after being beaten up. He knew all too well about the way I was treated and secretly helped me without my family's notice.“Miguel, what are you up to after school?” I heard Shirley asked, and I shook my finger at her, not willing to talk. She seemed to understand what I meant because she immediately cheered and ranted away.“Yay! That's good. My father gave me few dollars for us to buy snacks after school. Wanna come along?” Without blinking an eye, I immediately shook my head in refusal. It wasn't that I feared going out, it was all because I would rather not be tortured after having so many fractured bones and bruises yesterday.“Wow! This is the first time you're agreeing to my request. Miguel,
Miguel POV:My family always said I was the bad child,throwing me away into the bad pile. All my life been putting on a fake smilesitting on my own, feel like I'm exiledFeeling like I always do the wrong thingstelling all their friends that I'm the bad kid, though, it wasn't told only if they asked about me. I was an oddball in school and at home, in fact, wherever I went. I closed myself to the outside world and have learned to read expressions of humans. Beaten at home and in school, almost became a victim of rape. Y'all would think I was miraculously saved, but I wasn't, instead, I became a victim of domestic violence. Even in my home, I couldn't move freely. It was as if a chain had been tied to my neck to push and pull when needed.All this all started when I was ten years old. The age I got to know whom I was. People say you don't get to realize who you are until you become older, but that was not the same for me. At a very young age, I knew who I was and what I wanted. My