Silence. That's all there was. Absolute silence. Nothing to cut through the soundless barrier. I can't hear a thing. Everything is blocked out, my senses cut off. I can't see anything except red. Everything is red, fury impairing the only vision I have from my good eye. Air comes rushing in through my nose, speeding in to my lungs at a fast rate, expelling harshly in to the still room. My fists are balled up, finger nails digging in to the palm of my hand, leaving small crescent marks in the skin. Still nothing except red. I can't think properly, can't see. I can't do anything except feel the anger, the repulsion, the betrayal that is flowing through my veins, pumping with every beat of my heart.

My teeth hurt from me clenching them together so hard, as I release the pressure on my molars. I close my eyes, trying to relieve myself of the anger that is racing throughout my body. But it's no use. I can't control myself, the urge to destroy, to damage, to hurt is over powering.

I lash out, ripping the painting down from the wall. It clatters to the ground, the thin materiel of canvas ripping through the middle, ironically in between my mother and father. Well, my mother and Vincent. I pick up the ruined photo, and hold it in the air, smashing it over their dresser. The wood snaps in half, the crack breaking through the noiseless barrier. I rampage around the room, ripping drawers from their slots, throwing them across the room. I pull at the curtains, yanking them from their place on the rod, flinging it to the ground. I don't make a sound though, my lips are sealed shut.

How could they. How could my mother, my own mother, cheat on dad? She deceived him, went behind his back. The little bitch. I gave my soul for you, when the whole time it was a lie. And Father, beating her. He couldn't. Wouldn't. But he did. Everything in Sebastians' journal is true.

Sebastian…

Sebastian, that conniving, repulsive, cheating, conceited, vulgar, lying piece of shit is my father. And not only that, he lied to my face. Every day, he kept the biggest secret he possibly could have, not to mention that I had the right to now. My body shakes with anger, seeing as everything I knew was a lie. How long did he know about me? Did he see me grow up, talk to my mother any other time than when he left? Nathaniel said that Sebastian didn't go to see Rachel after her left, but is that really true? Did Sebastian come visit, come to see me grow up, his child. His own flesh and blood, his kin, his family and he didn't even try to meet me.

The red is back, a dark rust blurring my sight. I open my mouth, and let out the biggest, loudest, angriest blood curdling scream I have ever made in my life. I scream with rage, from betrayal and disgust. I can't stand myself, to know that I am the product of something so repulsive and revolting. The son of a whore and a servant. I scream louder, kicking the walls, smashing through the wood. I punch the large mirror, enjoying the satisfying shatter of the glass. Pieces of it fall on to the dresser beneath it. My reflection is distorted, fragmented and broken. Without realizing it, I have started to cry. Tears stream down my face, as the screaming stops. I drop the shard of glass I had been clenching in my fist, watching as the blood pours from the wound. Painful, hard sobs wrack my body as I fall to my knees, clutching my injured hand to my chest. I cry out, wailing like an animal as I cry. The droplets splash on the floor. Everything is smudgy and blurred. I toss my head back, and cry out once more, letting the despair, disgust, agony, betrayal, and hatred wash over me. I collapse on to the floor, curling up in to a tight ball, rocking myself back and forth, letting the tears wash over my cheeks. I hate myself.

His touch was soft, caring, and tender. He washed away the dirt from my body, wiping the sponge over my slick skin. The warm bath water lapped around my ribcage, small ripples moving from drops of water falling from his hand. He washed me carefully, making sure I was clean. He wrung out the sponge, placing it in the basin beside him, and picked up the shampoo.

"Head back." He said quietly, while lifting my chin so it jutted out, hair falling back. The wet tendrils tickled my back, sliding across my dampened skin. He poured water over my head, careful not to get it in my eyes, then squirted some shampoo on to my hair, massaging my scalp with his fingers. He worked in through the dark tresses, making sure to cleanse it thoroughly. It felt so nice, him washing my hair. Relaxing. He scratched his fingernails in to my scalp, stimulating all the nerves. A small sigh escaped my lips accidently.

"This is quite relaxing, isn't it my little one?" He asked me, still scrubbing my head. I hummed a response, not wanting to speak. "Just enjoy it, small one." He spoke such soothing words, almost lovingly. Like a father…

I woke up from the nightmare, skin crawling, face coated in sweat. I had the sheet clenched in my fists, body stiff from terror. The moon shone through the small opening in my curtains, casting scary shadows. I cried out, scared that the monsters from my dream would attack.

It was Sebastian who came to my rescue, carrying a candle, shining much needed light in the dark room.

"What is it my child? Did you have a nightmare?" He questioned, walking over to me and kneeling down beside my bed. I nodded my head, not speaking. I was still scared, still in shock from the night terror. I had been back there, back in the cage, back on the altar, back where those people did bad things to me. I was trapped, not able to move. "Shall I make you some warm milk?" He asked, wiping away a tear that had escaped from fear. I nodded eagerly, wanting some hot milk with honey. "I will be right back little one, stay here." He said, and thankfully left the candle.

I was all by myself, watching the small flame flicker back and forth, wavering from my breath. I didn't focus on anything else, just the candle. So mesmerizing, changing its shape every moment. The yellow light all centered in to the one ball of heat. It reaches tall, yet stops short. As if trying to climb but not being able to make it to the final destination.

The door opening scares me. My eyes speed over to the intruding sound, only to relax when Sebastian walks through. He wheels the trolley over to my bed, and prepares my milk.

"Here you go, nice and hot for you, my lord." He says, handing me the cup.

It's snowing. The first snow I've seen all year. The thick snowflakes tumble from the sky, sticking together. The heavy snow lays firm on the ground, making it soft to step on.

Sebastian is beside me, holding his palm out.

"I've never seen snow like this. So white and pure…" He stares at the snowflake that rests in his palm, before it quickly melts. "It has six sides!" He exclaims, seemingly surprised. He looks down towards me, abandoning his fascination with the snow. "Do you want to build something?" He asks me, eyes glowing with excitement. I nod, trying to hold in the urge to jump around. He stands back up right, and grabs my hand. "Come on then!" He urges, pulling me along to a flat meadow that is covered in thick snow.

We spend the afternoon having fun, he as much as I. We make snow people of all sorts, build a fantastic snow fort, more like castle. He would climb to the very top on feather light feet, and shape the top of the towers. We made snow angels in the snow. I drank hot chocolate from a thermos, Sebastian was prepared as usual. I suggested a snowball fight… but one throw from him would have me unconscious. He said no.

We had fun. That's all it was. I didn't worry about how I had just signed a contract with a demon a month previous. I didn't worry about what was going to happen to the company, or the staff, or my life. I didn't worry, because at that time, I didn't care. It was time for me to have a little fun, be a kid for just right now. It wouldn't matter later on. I wanted to relax and be my age. Be myself.

I wake with a jolt, the cold hard floor hurting my side. I was dreaming. But they weren't dreams, they were memories. Of when I first signed his contract. Before I trusted him. Before he betrayed me. He always seemed fatherly, even now. My tears have long since dried, the salty water sticky on my cheeks. My head hurts. My heart hurts. Never before have I ever felt this kind of betrayal, this kind of hurt. It hurts so much.

The door creaks open, so I turn my head, my neck stiff. Sebastian has poked his head in to the room, probably from not seeing me in a while. He looks surprised that I am on the floor. He can probably see my blood shot, puffy eyes. Can see the dried tears that stain my cheeks. Can see the despair in my eyes as he comes closer, the hatred and agony they hold. He is on his knees beside me quick, brushing my hair away from my forehead.

"My master, what is wrong, what…" He stops talking when he sees my face. It is screwed up in pain. His touch, once comforting, now sizzles with fire, the fire that courses through my veins with hate. Hate and anger. He doesn't remove his hand from my face. "What is wrong my lord? Are you in pain?" He asks me, looking in to my eyes. I don't meet his gaze.

I mumble something in to the silence, barely audible.
"What was that? I didn't hear." He says, getting closer to my lips. I mumble a little louder, but it's all mixed up, tangled upon my lips. "One more time please, lord." He murmurs to me.

"Get the fuck away from me!" I shout in his ear. He draws back instantly, my yelling shocking his ear drum. I slap his hand away from my cheeks, wiping away the presence and feeling of his touch. It's still there, the extreme burning sensation that he leaves on my skin. "Don't touch me!" I scream when he reaches out to me. His hand drops to his side, but his eyes never leave mine. I stare at him, all the pent up hatred and rage, the agony and despair, the betrayal and misery. It boars in to him from my eyes. If only looks could kill.

"What is wrong? My lord please talk to me." He exclaims, desperation in his voice. He seems lost, unable to deal with what I'm dishing out. He doesn't know what to do with me. He is on unknown territory now.

"What's wrong? You ask me what's wrong, you bastard." I say my voice low. It's filled with a sweet, sickening tone, verging on angry, but not quite. "Why don't you tell me, dad." I say, throwing the accusation in his face.

The reaction is immediate. His eyes widen with pure shock. His lips part slightly, and then tighten. He drops his gaze, looking at the floor. Unable to look my in the eye. "Didn't think I would find out. I'm not stupid." I say, spitting out the words. He looks up at me, eyes filled with sorrow and hope. "Don't look at me, you vile creature. You don't deserve the title of the Phantomhive Butler." I shout. Tears are starting to well up in my eyes from the anger and sadness. "You lied. You lied every single day. To my face! You swore. You swore you wouldn't…" And then the tears start coming. Spilling down my faces, retracing the tracks that had dried before. I can tell they bother him, just like they always did. He gets all tense. I know he wants to comfort me, but he won't. Not right now.

He reaches out to me once again. I was wrong. He brushes my arm with the tips of his fingers before I register what's going on. I flinch away, the agonizing burning now on my arm as well. My hand is in the air as quick as lightning, coming down across his face. His head turns away from the force of it, the rings on my hands are sure to leave bruises. The red has already started to show up. My breathing is heavy, labored, almost like I'm about to have an attack. But I won't, not now. I can't.

"Don't you ever touch me again, you filthy son of a bitch. You disgust me. Leave. Now." I spit on his shoes, turning away from him. I can feel his eyes on my back, but I don't turn around.

"Yes my lord." He whispers quietly, and exits the room without another word.

A/N: ALRIGHTY! It's been what? Two months? Since I last updated? I am SO sorry. I had work and projects and family stuff. MY COUSIN HAD A BABY! He's so cute. :) Plus, my laptop broke. Lovely I know. So it is now fixed, after my almost finished chapter was deleted… So that was shitty. Hope everyone keeps reading, I will be updating more frequently, hopefully. I plan to. My volleyball season starts soon, so I will have to work around that.

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