August 24th- Book One in the May 3rd series

Chapter 44- Puerto Ric- N O

Warnings ⚠: Child Abuse, Rape, Violence, Religion, Drug Use, Alcohol Use, Use of Slurs, Homophobia, Bullying, Mention of Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Actions, Gun Use

Josiah's P.O.V.

-Saturday, October 30th-

I have never once missed someone more than I miss Damien right now .

By morning, it's to the point where I'm really just tempted to leave and go home, to be with familiar people. At a familiar place.

But, I don't think I should.

It's almost a choice between being home and being with Damien again.

Because, if I left... I don't know if he would be okay with that. I think he would be mad.

I'm mad at him for leaving and it wasn't even his choice.

Point is, I do not like being left here with his butler .

It almost feels like I'm being babysat. I hate that.

I'm not a little kid.

I'm not a baby, no matter what Damien says.

I could stay here alone...

I could be anywhere alone. I have been my whole fucking life.

I did not like being forced to eat dinner yesterday.

And as soon as he texts me that it's time for breakfast/lunch, I go into the closet and shut the door tightly.

Damien would be pissed.

I hope this old guy isn't reporting back to him or anything.

I'll be in a lot of trouble then.

The bedroom door opens and he calls for me.

Great. We're doing this again. I hate this.

If I'm quiet, he won't know...

Within a second, he's knocking on the closet door.

Fuck.

I flinch and curl up against the wall.

That sound makes me want to stab myself or something...

It's horrifying.

"May I come in?" He asks after a moment.

I'm not in here.

If I'm quiet, he won't even know.

"No." I reply.

Or not...?

This is why I get into trouble so much. Because I can't control myself.

I run both my hands into my hair and start pulling.

"I made you Pop-Tarts. When you're ready." He says.

I shift a bit to be pressed tightly into the corner.

A minute passes and I don't hear him leave.

He's underestimating my ability to stay in here all day. I could easily stay here until Damien gets back, even.

... Maybe.

I could when I was little.

"Do you need anything?" He asks.

I pull harder on my hair. "Open the door." I tell him.

He wastes no time, opening the door. I glare up at him.