Get Ready.

Waking up bright and early the next week over I rushed to the bathroom and relieved myself. Washing my hands I dry them and begin to brush my teeth. I look in the mirror at my brown curls and pale boney face. I whimper and continue to brush my teeth, staring into my cold blue eyes. 

I always hated looking in the mirror at myself. I continue to brush my teeth, spitting the first round of fizz out into the sink. As I continue to brush my teeth I run my hand through my hair.

Why can't I just be normal? My mind is muddled as my eyes fog with tears. I spit out the remaining toothpaste into the sink and wash out my mouth. My eyes leak as tears fall to the porcelain sink running down to the drain. 

My eyes flicker up to my reflection as I pull away. I find myself repulsive and disgusting as I slowly lean against the wall behind me and slide down to the floor. Tears bubble up in my eyes as I hug my knees to my chest.

Friends back at home used to tell me I looked like my mom but I hate my face and body. Yet now all I can think about is my anger towards my parents so I didn't get to truly say goodbye to them. It could have been a sick joke or prank but it was real!

How could they let this unknown man take me away to a country that's thousands of miles away! How could they do that! 

I grit my teeth and pull my legs closer as I hide my face in them. I just want to go home and awake from this bad dream. I want to wake up and figure this was all just some horrid and vivid dream my mind conducted in the late hours of the night.  

Some sick and twisted dream my mind had created. Yet every time I thought that way, a stab of pain ran through me. It feels as though every little thing can lead my fucking mind to create so much nonsense.

I need to get out of here and get breakfast in the dining room. Before someone comes to my room and sees me like this…

Slowly, I pick myself up off the floor and trudge my way out of the bathroom. My dark black shirt grips to my bony chest and ribcage. I pull at my shirt as I escape my room and walk down the hallway. 

My mind runs rampant as I pull and prod at my shirt. I hate the feel of it on my skin. My mind is too fucked up right now to handle this… shit. I make my way down the stairs and into the dining room. My eyes catch Damien’s figure sat at the head of the table reading his book once again. He seems to be a little under halfway through it. 2

"Sir, when is breakfast?" At the faintest sound of my voice he peeks up at me and closes his book. "Marionette has been working on it for the past 20 minutes so it should be done soon enough. I put your usual order of French toast with, of course, tons of maple syrup."

I blush, my heart swelling at the fact he remembered that small order. Yet I try to stiff the stupid feeling out as idiotic. Why am I like this about this man? We barely know each other.

"After breakfast would you like to go shopping with me? We'll buy whatever you want." I stiffen, I don't want to spend his money again, I still feel bad from the last time! 

I huff and begrudgingly nod, "I don't want to spend too much though... When Anthony and I went shopping we spent a lot and I felt bad…" 

I look up at him and see the warm smile graced on his lips causing me to blush. "S-Sorry.. I was rambling…" He chuckles, yet before he can speak Marionette walks out with two plates of food. 

A steamy platter of fresh French toast and syrup. Along with another plate full of the usual eggs, bacon, and potatoes which I guessed to be Sir Damien's.

I smile at Mari as my stomach growls obnoxiously causing me to blush and hide my face. The two of them laugh as I groan in annoyance. 

The laughs die down as the plates are set in front of us with a soft clink and in a rich, warm voice, Damien replies, "Thank you very much Marionette." I poke my eyes out as she smiles and walks off with soft clicks.

I hide my face again but a gentle tap on my shoulder and a hushed voice reminds me, "You should eat, I don't know how long we will be gone." I poke out from behind my hands and look at him as he slowly begins to eat. 

With a long sigh I pull my hands away and begin working on eating the delectable food sprawled out in front of me. The warm creamy butter melted all over the French toast has me drooling as I dig in. I moan at the taste of the food.

My thoughts are jumbled as I eat, what will we buy? Will we wander the streets like I had with Anthony? Will we buy more clothes, that might be exciting actually. Shopping was really fun, I hadn’t done it before so I had a lot of fun.  

Quickly, before I can even continue to mull over my thoughts, I’ve already finished my food. I pout and lick the syrup off my fork and set it down on my plate. Damien glances over and for a split second his eyes widen as he spots my empty plate. “I'm guessing you were hungry then, hm?” He shovels a spoonful of potatoes into his mouth as I blush and look away from his stare. “You could say I was…”

“What will we buy, Sir?" He takes another spoonful of hashbrowns into his mouth. Once he swallows, he replies, “I have a list of a few things I need as well as some food and such. Yet shopping for you, we’ll just have to see. Go make sure you’re ready and I’ll finish my breakfast and get ready as well.” 

I nod and clamber out of my seat and skip off to my room. He seems almost normal like he’s not covered in scars and doesn’t get into bad situations in the Mafia. He seems like the rest of the population. Unknowing of the danger in the world. Yet, he is the danger in this world. 

Opening my door, I walked in and made sure I applied deodorant. I apply some of my perfume and smile to myself. If Dad ever smelled this on me he would probably kick me out of the house. Maybe Damien will allow me to roam by myself soon enough. Then I might even find myself a beautiful woman that I could marry in Puerto Rico! I smile but my heart nags me about something I know not of. I frown slowly, the smile disappearing. I finish getting ready quickly and slip the new pair of shoes I got while shopping on. A brand new pair of combat boots!

I walked back to the living room and stopped to only spot Damien standing beside the door with his arms crossed. "Are you ready Alexander?" I lull over my thoughts a second time and nod along with, "Yes, Sir."

After the cocky smirk appears, we leave the house. Though I stop in my tracks once my eyes come in contact with a luxurious white Lamborghini. "Sir! We can't ride in that! I don't deserve to ride in that... I can't." He looks back at me as I ramble. 

Unlocking the car he opens the passenger side door, "Get in boy." With a frown and a soft whimper I usher over and slide into the expensive car. I feel as though I don't have a right to touch a single thing as he slams the door shut behind me. 

I stiffen and buckle myself in as he comes around the other side and gets in. Starting the fancy car, it purrs to live as he backs out of the spot and takes off. Once again, like before, the air radiates dominant energy causing me to squirm and shift.

I hate the pressure sitting in a car gives me with him but he doesn't seem to notice or if not that care. "Quit moving boy, you're lucky I'm at least trying to help you in not suffocating. With a begrudging sigh, I stop my squirming.

The colorful buildings pass by us at a gentle pace. I smile as I stare out the window with obvious fascination and wonder in my freezing blue eyes. The colors of city are beautifully enchanting as I laugh softly. Damien's attention is drawn towards me. I turn back to him with a soft smile, "I think the city is really pretty with all the colors." I turn back towards the window, "it's enchanting."