On March 27th, on a snowy night, Calvin Fetcher lost control of his vehicle and swerved off the road due to the ice, flipping three times before finally falling on its side, in the snow of the side of the road. He was found less than a half an hour later by a couple that was passing by and the paramedics did all they could, he still died on the way to the Hospital. It had shocked the whole town. They mourned alongside the family. Christian's father was well-loved. A kind man with blonde hair and thoughtful blue eyes. He devoted his life to God and others. Calvin was an understanding and caring father, married over thirty years, he used his fortune to help any of those in need and balanced his busy life with his family well. Making sure he always had time for them whenever they needed him.

And now that he wasn't here this Christmas was killing them all silently.

Chris sat surrounded by the Fetcher family and friends. The long mahogany wood table, polished and shinning, was decorated and set by his youngest sister, Annie and his Aunt Lisa. Over a dozen seats were filled, leaving on empty at the end next to Christian. His father had always wanted him to sit at the right-hand side of him. Although, his sister Elizabeth was the eldest and deserves the seat with all the hard ward and dedication to the family. His mother, now that his father was passed on, and as their only son -it was the tradition to sit in that seat- they wanted him to take his rightful place as the heir.

   With that, Chris didn't feel worthy. Nor was he near as responsible enough or smart enough. While his Father had believed in him, he had known of Christian's wishes to be left out of that plan and to pass it on to Beth or Mary. Christian's mother didn't known of said discussion and still wants him to take the role of the heir to the Fetcher fortune because of their traditions. That may seem so great to many but, it meant responsibility and Chris was just getting the hang of that. Plus, it wasn't him and he wasn't deserving of that type of life after he had embarrassed and hurt his family. No, he really wasn't worth it. Not one bit.

He was the Black Sheep in the herd.
Ever since he knew himself, he could tell that he was different. He did his utmost best as a child to fit in but, nobody liked him. He always cast aside, pushed into the dark to fade away. So, he sat there- didn't do anything to change who he was and continued to be ridiculed for simply being different. He didn't play with the other children, didn't have friends, developed a hatred for other human beings- he tolerated the many and accepted only a few. His family would worry about his introverted behaviour, not aware that they we're partly to blame.

   With their passive aggressive bullshitting and then forcing their ideals constantly upon him. They tried to pay attention to him for a bit, as none of the girls had ever experienced such antisocial manners. But, as he grew, it became more than just his introvert tendencies.

He gained, sort of like, a strange power but, he preferred to call it a curse. Which caused insomnia in a thirteen year-old. The curse seemed to have started then. He began to get dreams that turned it to be what would happen in the near or far future. His visions- or premonitions occurred anywhere and at any time, like brief migraines. Some were good, like of Tiana, whose baby was to be a strong ten-pound boy. She was barely a month so no one could've guessed and Chris would have never believed such a thing himself. However, he had more than enough experience with his premonitions, to know that it was more than real.

   Anyhow, he had enough proof to believe. It had saved his life back when he'd been caught up in that life. He'd woke up in a sweating fit and for some time, thought it was merely a nightmare. Until it started to come during the day as yet another one of his visions. They didn't usually come like that, like in his dreams. So whenever it did, he tended to pay more attention to it now. Especially since he had dreamed when his Father would die. God, he could still remember that night, he'd tried to call his Dad but it was only 3 am and no one answered. So he did the next best thing, he begged God not to take him away from him and rebuked the Devil against his evil thoughts plaguing Christian's mind.

He tried to tell his Dad, about the dream and his premonition. He played it off as a bad dream that he didn't want to come true and his Dad thanked him. 

Then for a moment, he looked at Chris and said, "You know, you can come to me about anything Christian? You'll always be my son, it won't change how much I love you." 

In that moment, he really want to tell him everything, but where was he supposed to start? "I see the future and I have proof, it saved my life while I was on drugs and alcohol." Did he want to be sent to a nuthouse? "Oh and that's just the beginning, remember Father Band, yeah he's dangerous and I know cause of my 'spidey' senses."

   This came a little later, when he was nearing 18, he began to pick up people's 'auras'. Even he couldn't explain it, but he knew when some people where dangerous, like a whole different kind of danger. One that made the hair on his neck stand knew edge, and a cold rise up his arms, even when the place was warm. Another thing was his connection to the cold. Now he wasn't Elsa, but unlike most person's, he really wasn't bothered by it. He kept up the norm, such as wearing winter coats and jackets so it didn't bring up any questions. He didn't how strong the connection went, but he couldn't do much with it so far. While it could be some sort of tolerance stronger than the average person, he just felt it in his gut, that this was one of those strange parts of him.

Lastly, Chris could feel every person's emotions and thoughts in this room. However, this was also fairly new, so he couldn't yet control that and it happened whenever. Usually when he wasn't focusing on one sole person and scent. When he first got here, he quickly latched onto Cora, as she was one of the only persons whose mind was kind and easy to read. Very few people he couldn't get a read on, either their thoughts or their emotions. It could be helpful in some situations, when really,most of the time, it was what he hated the most. It's how he knew who in the room was judging him and felt shamed by him. He wasn't going to call names, it made no difference.

  Tonight, he tended to drift away from Cora's thoughts a few times, as he hadn't been out in a public setting in a while. His practice was off and he kept picking up other thoughts and emotions. Like how Kyle Yates admired how Chris looked a bit too much, making him nervous and turned on at the same time. And how the room was heady with the presence of sorrow and loss, mixed with frustration and innocent joy. His mother's friend, Brittany Yates, he could clearly feel her disgust for him, just her husband's. While his Granddad was only a bit worried for him and Annie wanted to hug him, because she felt like he needed one. Or how his mother was upset, about her husband's death, her son being a disgrace-

Yep, he should stop there. Like he said, because of these things- these curses, he was made a freak in his home and at school. An ultimate outcast. He didn't take any shit though, whenever those wanna be jocks tried to bully him, he'd clapped back. It landed him in detention and the Principal's office several times. At the end of the day, he wasn't going to be a victim. So, people either made fun of him behind his back or tried to use him for the money and connection his family had. He couldn't make friends without feeling their emotions and seeing their future betrayal. When he got the attention he so searched for, it was from the wrong set of persons. And he drifted away from his family. Even further.

  He supposed, he was to be grateful for his curse saving his life.
He could not. And while it did save his life, others died and his entire life was ruined.
His whole family found out about the drugs, the sex, the parties and the type of people he hung around. It was the town gossip.

Fetcher Church Boy Goes Bad!

Shame on the Fetcher's Name?!

Only Fetcher Son Gone Bad?!

How disgusting! What a disappointment.

Such a disgrace. Poor Megan and Calvin, having their only son as a shame to their name.

Oh, he did that all just for attention.

Did you hear, he was involved with those gang members? He probably killed people.

  His name was plastered over the covers on many local newsletters and articles. Thankfully, it didn't get to them that he was also Gay. The only people that knew this was his Mother, Dad and his closest friends, Lara and Ray. He'd already shamed his parents and had to gain the trust of his sisters all over again. With the only Cora giving him a chance. His mother couldn't believe her child could do such things, refused to acknowledge his sexuality and was disappointed in him. His Dad, bless his soul, was the most understanding as he had sat Chris down to talk one day.

He told him that he loved him, said he'd always be his son and that he'd forgiven him. He just wanted to know what happened and why he hadn't given his families a chance. Christian wanted to be angry at him, told him that if he'd been given the time of day, then they'd have known. Calvin Fetcher nodded and apologised, then promised to hear Christian out. Chris had the second chance to tell him everything, but he couldn't do it. He didn't know what it would mean to tell his Dad about his curse. Calvin was however, patient and loving.

   Christian had told him most of it. Leaving out pieces that involved the real-life supernatural in him. He'd done so much wrong in his young life and though he wasn't as nearly as bad as the men that he involved himself in and let bed him, he was still very much guilty of various illegal activities that his Father all sorted out and gave Chris the professional help that he needed to start over. Chris had cried into his Dad's chest and begged to be reprimanded, in any way to pay for his guilt. Instead, his Dad just nodded and patted his hair, knowing deep down that Christian didn't want to ever have to be a part of something like that again.

So, at the bottom of that barrel, he called life, was his sexuality. Which was just like the rest of him- an abnormality.

   Being born and raised into a Catholic family, it was a sin to lay with another man and he has done that many, many times. Chris had been hiding his secret since high school when he realized that he was more attracted to Jack Howell other than a Tiffany Goldman. He knew it was wrong in his religion, his church would always hint how homosexuality was an abomination and those who acted upon it were going to hell. And he believed that. He fought it for a while but, then he had drifted and couldn't care what anyone thought of him. During his age to seventeen to twenty-one, he has done things. So many things. Unholy things. His Dad had surprisingly understood and only cared about what made his son happy. He was so lucky and so grateful to have had a Father like that. Perhaps, he was just too lucky and now had to live with his brutal reality. 

Oh, how he wished he was crazy. Then, this might have made more sense.

Yet, after three years of being a new person, he was still doubted.
His mother's friend, Brittany, didn't want her sons associated with him so, they couldn't even say, 'Hey,' to each other at church or stare at each other for too long or they might catch his 'negative influence'. As if he was a fucking flu! He should be used to it now, he still couldn't go to the grocery without some old crone from church giving him an evil eye. It was why he spent most of his days indoors, catching up online school and dancing alone as his pet cat watched him as if he were insane.

   Chris sighed as everyone began to dine into this Christmas Eve Dinner.
People eating heartily, only, there was something- rather, someone missing.
His father would be the one to add the joy and institute conversation just to see how each and every person was doing. He would smile and hum. However, tonight, the environment felt so dry, so forced.

No one laughed or talked. Everyone only thought about the good times, no longer trying to make more. 

And he was right, he should have stayed home.

    God, he missed his dad.