October 18, 2019
7:30 pm
Pines Residence
O L L I E
Thunder roared and rain came pouring hard, startling him even in the safety of his sturdy home. He was tingling with excitement as he waits for his mom and dad to come home, phone in his right hand while his left is brushing his hair, and sometimes pinching his cheeks.
He received an acceptance mail from a very prestigious art school, one that only accepts 3% of the total students who applied. He's tingling with excitement to tell his parents the good news. Even the live-in servants cannot help but smile and be happy for him.
He received tons of congratulatory greetings and the preparation for the celebration was halfway done. Even the bad weather won't be able to spoil his spirits. Despite the happiness washing over him, he can't help but accommodate the small nagging at the back of his mind. The gut feeling he gets when something bad is about to happen. To validate his concerns, thunder followed by a bolt of scary lightning sliced the dark sky.
He shuddered and found himself pulling away from the window of the balcony, overlooking the huge garden and heavily-secured gate. His feet dragged him to a loveseat situated in the corner of the room, a mini-library behind him and on his right side, a fireplace and a warm and plush rug in front of it.
With his trembling fingers, he dialed his mom's number and was relieved when she answered after two rings. "Mom! Are you alright? Are you guys nearby? Please be careful and tell dad to slow down. It's raining cats and dogs," he rambled breathlessly, only to be replied to by his mother's chuckles.
He leaned into the seat and pouted, then crossed his legs. He heard his father agreeing to his request but the amusement in his voice never disappeared. This is not a funny situation.
"Mom, Dad, I'm extremely worried. Please..."
"Baby. Don't worry, okay? Your dad is driving at a turtle's pace, I had to hold myself back from kicking him out of the car and drive fast and furious style so I can hug my baby." His mother's words made him melt and at the same time, belt out laughter as his father grunted and whined like a child at his mom's playful comment.
"You guys, stop fighting. Dad, keep your eyes on the road, and mom, stop teasing Dad. Do it later."
"Hey!" They both snickered at his dad's protest and burst into laughter.
It all happened too fast.
One moment he's happily talking with his parents, the next he was hearing the screams of 'I love you son', a commotion about someone messing with the brakes, along with his voice filled with fear, anxiety, and quiet sobs. All he can do was listen to his parents panic over the line, and then he heard their sobs, with his parents assuring him that everything will be alright.
"Listen, Ollie. Everything will be fine," his father stated with a rush, breathless. "If we don't make it, grab all the documents hidden in the secret room of our library and leave the house. You're not safe there," his father added but he shook his head.
"Dad, p-please, no..." He pleaded in desperation at his parents' resignation, breaking his heart to pieces. His parents were not able to respond to his plea and desperate cries when he heard a huge crash and the line went dead. His knees wobbled and he dropped to the floor, staring at his phone in his trembling hands, blinking so fast, trying to understand what the heck happened.
It couldn't be.
His parents are alive.
The crash did not happen.
His ears are just playing with him.
He nodded and convinced himself that it was just a premonition that played his mind. With a newfound determination, he dialed his mom's number, then his dad's when he cannot contact his mom. He swallowed the bile threatening to spill out of his throat and clutched his heaving chest.
No matter how much he called, no one answered. Every press he made to dial his parents, and every time he can't connect, his heart begins to crack and bleed. He dialed their number fifty times, and another twenty more. Until his phone battery went empty. But the result remains the same.
No one is answering. It's not even ringing.
Just like that, his world came crashing down, trapping him under the debris, crushing his lungs, and cutting off his air supply. His vision started to blur and the ache in his chest started to become dull. He wanted to ask for help but no voice came out, which made him feel like drowning with no help in sight. He gasped for the much-needed air and his head ached with the lack of oxygen.
All too soon he was dragged out of his consciousness. He was not aware when their butler arrived along with the servants to help him get to his room nor heard their family doctor checking him and explaining to their butler that he had a severe episode of a panic attack. It was all blank for him. His mind and his heart went empty. The sounds got distorted and his vision turned hazy. His head throbbed painfully and his ears rang. He can even feel his heartbeat in his head.
Then he drifted to sleep, giving him his much-needed time to escape from the pain. There's this little hope in his heart that when he wakes up, he will find his mom brushing his hair softly and his dad's smiling face with a newspaper in his hand, looking at him and his mom.
******
PRESENT
January 2020,
Isaac's Clinic,
Haynes' Residence
I shifted from Stefan's lap and tried to even my breaths. My tongue traced my bottom lip for moisture and Stefan brushed my hair comfortingly as I shared my past, slowly and painfully. Stefan's eyes expressed sadness and so much love, melting me into puddles, and giving me enough strength to continue with my story.
"I followed Dad's instructions and retrieved those confidential files. Several relatives showed up for the funeral, but I am aware that they were present only for the will reading, being oh so sweet to me, trying to suck up and get on my good side. When they learned that not a cent was left for them, they all showed their true colors, being all bitter and spiteful, resenting my parents and calling them s-selfish, greedy bastards." I clutched my chest from the sharp pain that pierced me when I remembered those memories.
I couldn't even get the words out because I felt a pain in the back of my throat. It's hard for me to share without getting emotional. They don't have the right to speak ill of my parents just because they weren't included in the will. They have no right to insult and disrespect my parents when they couldn't even defend themselves from the grave.
The emotional pain and the psychological scars from their caustic and biting words left me with deep-seated trust issues.
When Stefan wrapped his arms around me, I came undone. It was the comfort and warmth of his embrace that assured me that everything is going to be fine. It will be hard and will probably take a longer time, but things will go back to normal. It was his promises and sweet gestures that helped me trust him little by little.
Stefan's larger hands massaged my nape while the other squeezed my side, hoping to provide me a bit of comfort which every fiber of my being is thankful for. I feel so crushed and broken; so vulnerable and exposed. Even so, I have nothing to worry about. I can let down my guard and let my walls come down because Stefan will be there to protect me and shield me from harm.
Stefan will see to it that I'm safe, happy and comfortable under his wing. That's just how Stefan is; kind, caring and protective. I let out a deep sigh and wrapped my arms around his neck while he pulled my trembling body closer to his; so close that no air can come in between.
Stefan caged me in his warm embrace and pressed his lips on my forehead then whispered, "Let it go, baby. Daddy is here. I'm here to catch you."
Let go I did.
S T E F A N
My heart swelled from too much happiness the moment my sweet boy dropped his defenses. I know how that he trusts me, but receiving proof of that trust--the feeling is indescribable.
It's like being sent to seventh heaven. Because that's what Oliver does to me--his sweet smiles, his cute lashes being dropped coyly when I caught him staring, his soft giggles when I embrace him, and the twinkling of his eyes when he looks at me, like I'm some kind of miracle--everything he does just makes me love him more.
Having him tucked inside my arms, breathing softly, his small hand on my chest and the other wrapped on my side just means the world to me. His entire existence just gives me life. The thought of him being in pain is enough to crush me till I can't breathe.
Now this kind of situation arose. Had Oliver not been holding my hand the entire time as he retells his story while sending gentle squeezes, I would be out of this clinic and sending my regards to Oliver's relatives in the most hellish way possible. I definitely won't hold back and let them taste my rage.
My baby thought that it was in my best interest to add some new details, which definitely arouse my protective instincts to the extreme level, with Isaac present. That's the reason why he did not tell me the kind of harassment he received in his previous residence. Just hearing how they sent death threats and had suspicious people roaming around his compound scaring my baby to break him down makes me grit my teeth and clench my jaw.
I can feel my anger boiling over faster than I can control. They will pay for this. I will make sure to inflict ten times the amount of fear and terror that they did to my baby. I'm pretty sure Devon and Trevor would help me end the lives of my baby's villainous relatives.
Imagining Oliver under his sheets, trembling in fear and anxiety in his own house is making my heart break a thousand times. If only I met him earlier, then I would make sure he's safe and away from all of this pain and heartbreak.
There's no use imagining what could be. What's important is the present. I will make sure that no one will be able to inflict harm on him again. Because Oliver is mine and it's my responsibility as his boyfriend and Daddy to ensure his safety. I won't let him go. Ever. I will protect Oliver with all I've got.
Sensing my distress and anger from how I tightened my hold on his hand unknowingly, Oliver turned on his side and cupped my cheeks, giving me that sweet smile, before claiming my lips, sending my senses into overdrive but at the same time, calming the monster inside of me.
"I'm here, daddy. No one will take me away." My sweet baby whispers, brushing his soft lips against mine, before giving me a final kiss and turning his attention back to Isaac who's blatantly showing his joyful expression over the scene he just witnessed.
O L L I E
Even a clueless person can sense the rage and the dark aura emanating from Stefan, to the point where I had to stop talking and give my undivided attention to my upset and distressed daddy. To be honest, I was on the fence about sharing the harassment I experienced at my old apartment with Stef, knowing his overprotectiveness. I had to have someone who can mediate if things go awry so I asked for Isaac's help.
Because of my emotional state at that time, I also found it hard to tell him about the bad things that happened that led me to move out. I don't want to risk going little here.
However, having Stefan supporting me as I go through all the things that happened a few months ago, the heartbreaking and painful things that broke me that led me to several panic and anxiety attacks-- fueled by my relatives' doing-- just having his hand tightly entwined with mine helped me calm down and prevented me from going into a panic frenzy.
Having daddy beside me is like being draped by a security blanket; safe, warm, and happy. That's why I can calmly talk to Isaac about the things that are weighing on my heart. By the end of our session, I was spent and exhausted: mentally, physically, and emotionally.
Fortunately, Stefan was there to carry 'his share of my burden', as he put it. I have no objections. Being tucked in his warm embrace melted my senses into a puddle of goo as I relaxed in his hold and sighed contently.
This is one of those times where I can't help but question if I'm dreaming, high, or crazy. Because everything is too good to be true. I have a home, friends, and a very sweet and kind daddy to take care of me. It's like all the bad things had to happen so I can feel happy and contented. But I wished my parents were here to witness all of this. They were very excited about me finding someone I will love truly.
They were so supportive about my sexuality, and when they learned about my little side, my heart exploded from too much happiness. Because they understood it. They did not resent nor disown me for it. They were not disgusted and they did not chastise me for it. Instead, they loved me even more and prayed that someone will become my daddy and take care of me just like they did.
I'm a hundred percent certain that if they see me right now, they would be very proud.
"Yes, they will be, my baby. And so much more. And I hope to meet them soon," my daddy gently croons as he tightened his arms around me, and even though I can't see his face right now while I lay on his broad shoulders, I can feel the smile on his tone and the sincerity laced in his voice.
I couldn't even be bothered having thought out loud. Just being in daddy's arms just made everything better and I couldn't be grateful enough. I lifted my face from one of my comfortable places and stared into Stefan's hypnotizing green orbs.
"I love you so much, daddy," I blurted out with a shaky voice, sending all my love and devotion to the most amazing man I have ever met. "So, so much, daddy. So much." I all but cried and kissed him with all I have.
Stef squeezed my sides and in the gentlest and most sincere voice, he replied as he brushed his lips against mine, "You are my life and world, Oliver. The word love is not enough to describe the feelings I have for you. I can't be without you. I love and adore you extremely, my sweet," Stefan confessed huskily, as he bore his enchanting eyes into me, claiming and marking my soul, melting me on the spot, and making me swoon all over again.
When someone told me how they fell in love again and again with the same person, I was doubtful. I don't think that's possible, but Stefan is the living proof of how he broke my principles and proved me wrong.
And I love him more for it.
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