When he called a meeting with the Anderson Enterprises he knew it won't be easy to convince them especially their headstrong CEO to sign the contract and he was right. Then he saw the way Mr Anderson looked at him at the meeting and he knew he got him for it was the same look he always got where ever he went; lust. 

Today hadn't been his day. Using his body to get the contract signed to some people might have been low but he was desperate and didn't have much of a choice. He had been used most of his life anyway so why ponder over spilled milk. 

He could only imagine his father looking down on him with disappointment, his lifetime hardwork, his legacy is all gone. Everything is gone. He failed him. 

If only he could remember how to feel anything he would be crying his eyes out but he has lost all his sense of emotions and feelings a long time ago.  

Taking notice he wasn't driving towards the direction of his house; not that he wants to be anywhere near there at the moment, knowing what was waiting for him once he got there. 

He couldn't believe he'd come back here again. He hadn't for two years now. Not sure how he had driven himself to the place he dreaded and vowed to never return. Having lost the company today must have triggered him to come here.

He wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to face them yet, but telling himself that wasn't enough to make him drive away and make a run for it. Already hitting the brakes of his black sleek Mclaren and parking it while staring at the gigantic gate with sullen and uncertainty look. 

Stepping out of his car and walking away from it before he changed his mind and run like the coward he is. Darkness washed over him as he neared the gate, he was reaching his breaking limits, he couldn't handle it. He couldn't handle this, he was at the point of melt down and he hadn't even gotten to the gate much less crossed it to what he dreaded inside. 

Forcefully pushing one leg ahead of the other, taking it one at a time as he walked towards the gate. 

Breath in, one, two, three

Breath out, one, two, three, four...

Trying to calm his racing heart as he finally crossed the haunted looking gate that literally spelled doom and death. Looking around the the graveyard filled with tombstones, his lungs closed up and he's breath hitched. He hadn't been back here for two years. 

Walking down the path he knew well by heart, he could feel the eyes of people around watching him probably out of curiosity or because he looked like a ghost with his blinding suit and his now sickening paler skin. He probably looked sick and white as shit, they're probably waiting for him to faint or something. 

He ignored them and slowly made his way with shaking legs to the tombstones with familiar names fancily written on it, the grass has outgrown and covered most of the tombstones. It wasn't a pretty site and he felt guilt eating up at him. 

When he finally had the courage to really look at the names on the stones. 

'Emerald Nicholas III Treasure'

“Papa”

He was wrong. He was so wrong when he said he had lost all his sense of emotions and feelings because everything came crumbling and crashing down on him so hard. His cold stoic eyes were filled with tears and his legs couldn't hold him up anymore as he collapsed onto the dirty ground. He knew it would stain his expensive suit but he didn't care. 

He hadn't cried in a while, more like for a very long time. All he ever felt was numb and empty. 

“papa,”

“I failed you. I've failed you, it's all gone.”

“it's my fault. It's all my fault you're here not me”

“I'm sor_,” feeling suffocated, crying harder as he struggled to get his words out. He had been strong for so long he couldn't do it anymore. 

“I'm sorry.”

“I just want to die. I can't take it anymore papa”

All his life he had fought for his family legacy, the company. It hadn't been easy but it was the only thing that gave him purpose, giving him a reason to want to live after everything that's happened to him. It was gone now and he wanted to end it all. 

“I can't do it anymore. I want to die”

“no more, ”

“no more.”

He was sniffing now but he made a mistake of looking at the second tombstone beside his father's and his emotions flailed up again turning a complete 360 degree as his tears returned in full force. He never cried this much before. 

“mama,”

“oh mama.”

He and his mother hadn't been in the best terms when she died. They had always been so close but that began to change after, they drifted apart and ever since he'd always had this hatred in his heart for her. She was part of the reason for his dilemma with the company.

It wasn't her fault anyway, he never told her. 

“mama, I'm so sorry.”

**** 

It was already dark out when he finally drove back to his family gigantic mansion after making sure he was calm enough to drive and in control again. He quitely got in through the door trying to make sure to not wake anyone up, before he could take the staircase he was dragged harshly by the hair.

“Where the hEll have you been,” the person he had been trying to avoid coming in contact with tonight yelled tightened his hold on his long silver locks.

“I wonder how that's your business.” his cold voice said. He should have learned by now not to talk smart with the man but he wasn't in the best mood at the moment and just wanted to go to bed and cry his eyes out and then sleep from exhaustion. 

He was immediately met with a punch in the stomach and he doubled over. Pain shot up his body and he knew he'll definitely be bruised by morning. The pain didn't really hurt nor got to him not that he loves feeling pain but he felt he deserved it. He deserved it, it was his punishment. He felt he needed to be punished for his faults, for everything.

“don't play smart with me you Whore!” 

Already knowing where all this was leading to as he smelled the alcohol in the man's breath, the hunger in man' eyes and the sneer of his mouth. 

He didn't have the time to recollect his thoughts or composure before he was pushed to the floor and pulled to his knees with a hand tightened on his hair and the other hand harshly held onto his jaws holding it wide open as the man literally shoved his hardened member into my mouth.

He couldn't remember seeing him undoing his pants until the man junk was in his mouth. The man fucked his mouth till his jaws hurt and his eyes stings. He didn't stop him, he couldn't. He deserves it anyway. He was lifted up and pushed onto the large sofa, before his clothes were ripped and torn apart. 

There wasn't much foreplay involved before the man entered him raw without preparing him. The pain he felt jabbed through his body. Still he didn't stop him as the man rammed into him hard groaning and grunting as he chased his release. Pain, pain and more pain was all he felt. Like he said he was used to it by now, why ponder over spilled milk. 

Every other thing after happened in a blur as he numbed himself as usual, not feeling anything. Slipping to that place at the back of his mind where he felt nothing and no one could hurt him.

He felt used. Disgusting and empty. He needed to end it all tonight, he couldn't do this anymore. 

He remembered Anderson Enterprises, the CEO and their contract. They all want something. They all use him. 

He's going to end it all tonight. But then like light brighten up the darkest tunnel he remembered another reason he had to live. Another reason to fight. The only purpose keeping him from taking his very own life tonight. 

He needs to stay alive for there's another promise he hadn't failed his father yet.

A/N

I've finally blessed you guys with Silver Pov and a trip into his mind. So tell me what do you think of Silver? 

Any thoughts on what's going on? 

What do you think is going to happen next? 

Can anyone guess which promise is keeping my baby alive? 

Talk to me people, I need to hear your thoughts. 

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