Apollo's Weakness

Chapter 5- Wounded

Fuji^^^ (She's so angelic)

Pretty Woman- Roy Orbison (I really recommend the movie)

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Apollo knew better than to think about going to school. But he did, just because he promised his little butterfly. Well to himself, really.

The people in the boring school knew not to question his injuries but seeing the small girl worried about the pervert's broken nose, he didn't want her to worry about him.

He sighed hearing his father scream at the cook. When he was young he had looked up to the men and women who worked in his father's mansion, they would endure his father's cruel words and harsh treatment. Now he respects them. They had plenty of chances to leave, but they stayed and kept serving in the bad environment, he knew that part of the reason was the pay.

He didn't get sleep last night, he never got sleep in his father's house. It wasn't anything new but glass shattering and drunken shouts kept him awake. He genuinely hated the cruel man. When he graduates it would be one of the first things done. Get rid of the horrible man.

Apollo changed into jeans and a t-shirt before grabbing his black corduroy jacket, which Luca had got him for a bet. It was a stupid bet.

The day was just beginning, the sun was rising and his father had just begun his rage.

Apollo walked downstairs to find bottles of whiskey littering the ground and small shards of glass blanket the floor like second skin. He hissed at the slight cut that he forgot to treat. It wasn't anything too bad but the puss oozing out of it said otherwise.

"Ah, my beautiful son, pride and joy, Apollo," Apollo wanted to so badly roll his eyes at his father's words. His shitty sperm donor never cared about him, he would give him up in a second. It was pretty obvious. But this was no way to treat your own blood.

"Good morning, father," Apollo greeted the old man giving him a tight fake smile. He just wanted to bash his fists into his father's not so pretty face. "Sit, and eat," Ares said to the boy. Apollo had no other choice but to follow orders, so he reluctantly sat down, his face void of any emotions.

"You do know that I love you very much, right, my Apollo?" his fathers voice was soft, but Apollo knew that those words were lies. "Of course," he replied quietly, he hated that he let his father have the upper hand, and that he was paranoid about him but who could blame him. His mothers life was on the line.

He waited for the slight nod to signal for him to start eating. He had learned this when he was 10, his father beat him until he was coughing out blood, when he ate without the little nod his father gave him.

He took a bite out of the egg that the chefs had made this morning. It was delicious, considering that he didn't have dinner last night but the coffee. He almost smiled at the mere thought of of his butterfly sipping her milkshake.

"I have to talk to you about something," Ares spoke up, his smile getting a bit ugly, Apollo nodded waiting for him to continue. "So, there is this bar, downtown, that I have to go to for business, and I would like for you to come with," It was an order. Apollo wanted to just leave but he couldn't risk his mothers life.

"I have school, father," he replied calmly, "Do I look like I give a fuck?" Ares was getting angrier. A vein on his neck getting bigger. "I will come with you," Apollo sighed. "Great!" it was like he wasn't about to pop a vein earlier.

"Then, get dressed nicely and get something for your... face, and meet me here in 1 hour," Ares said, happily but it was like a creepy happy. Like he knew something bad was going to happen.