Forbidden Love

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TW FOR ELIAS'S PAST!!

E L I A S

I think everyone has had a moment where they just want to grab someone and plunge a knife a hundred times in their throat.

Well, I'm about to take it seriously because my father is the worst person to ever exist.

The things he says makes me what to throw myself off a cliff. And the things he's done.

Its surprising how a father could be like that. The things he's done to me makes me question why in the hell I haven't gone to the police.

Oh, that's right, without him, id be living on the streets. Its not like the world doesn't see him as a complete angel and a god. Who would believe me?

But id say my life is definitely better than what I've been through, ever since I was a child.

My father has always preferred my brother, Mateo, over me. It was clear, he didn't even try hiding it. I was always the disappointment of the family, and he was worshipped like he was God.

Mateo was definitely much better than me. He was smart, responsible, respectful, mature and had a bright future.

Me? I was the opposite of that. I used to be smart, I wanted to be better than Mateo and I craved the validation of my father. I wanted a 'good job, son' from him. I never got it.

But then, I grew up and realised I should stop trying, because no matter what I did, even if I was the captain of the football team, one of the most youngest and best football players in the world, I would never be enough. He'd never be happy for me.

I learnt that the hard way. The way when I was 13 when he told me he wished I had died in the womb and I had overdosed with a bottle of pills.

I wanted to fulfil his wish, and it didn't happen. I learnt in school how drugs kill you, and lucky me that there was a bottle of pill in the cabinet and I finished every single one of those.

My father thought I had a drug addiction. I didn't, but who would believe me? I was sent to rehab after that, on and off for a full year until I was 14. When they realised that I was 'cured', I was let out. But I never had a drug addiction. Rehab traumatised me, it made me crazy. I had gone nuts, absolutely fucking crazy.

I was sent to therapy, where I was even more traumatised. It was basically a hospital where I was locked in a room and only came out when the therapist wanted to talk to me. The shit I saw and went through.

Its how I had gotten this scar on my lower chest. I was abused there.

But after i was sent to NorthFields, got into football, met Julian and Daniel, i was better.

I started ignoring what my father said to me.

"Are you listening to me?" My father yells through the phone.

I sigh. "Yeah."

"If you don't get an A+ on his program, Elias, im kicking you out. You're old enough to get your own house, aren't you?"