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"I ate a sandwich of pure meat; an enormous sandwich of human flesh. I noticed, while I was chewing on it, it also included a dirty asshole."

― Allen Ginsberg

Chapter 13

"Please come in, Mr. and Mrs. Phantomhive. I appreciate you coming down here." Principal Regina Lewis stood behind her desk, extending an arm to properly greet the couple.

"We're a little confused," Rachel admitted, glancing at her son and the blonde teen sitting next to him.

"I understand and I will clear everything up as soon as the Trancys arrive. As I explained over the phone; this matter is rather...delicate." The principal shot a frown in the boys' direction before she motioned for the empty chairs in front of the desk. "Please, take a seat."

A firm knock on the door was followed by the assistant, Mrs. Chambers, opening it and letting a tall, pristinely dressed male and his timid wife inside.

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Trancy." Regina took Hannah's hand in hers, politely shaking it before turning to Claude and offering the same gesture. "It's nice to see you again, Claude."

The stone-cold expression on Alois' father's face had Ciel's guts twisting up. It made him close to nauseous being in the same room as someone so minacious. The mere aura surrounding him was intimidating, and Ciel had to look away in fear of the male catching him staring.

"Mm, I wish I could say the same, Regina," Claude sneered, rude orbs eying the hand of the principal as his own hand remained at his side. "You better have a good reason for dragging me away from my meeting."

The principal's lips pursed as she retracted her hand, green eyes leaving the man as she sat down in the same chair that Alois and Ciel had defiled a mere hour previous.

"Your desk," Claude pointed out as he and his wife sat down, scrutinizing the mess that had yet to be cleaned up.

"I'm aware of the disarray, Mr. Trancy. In fact, that's the reason why I called you all here today."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Claude growled, back straight and face as frightening as they come.

"Daddy, I can explain! It's not what you think you shouldn't listen to her!" Alois whined, panic written all over him as he balanced on the edge of his chair.

Claude sighed and pushed his glasses further up on his sharp nose. "Another word from you and I'll make sure you don't see daylight until next summer."

Alois immediately zipped it, looking like a startled puppy as he curled up and averted his eyes from the only man he was submissive to.

Ciel couldn't meet his parents' gazes either and kept his gloomy orbs on his rolling thumbs as he conjured up hundreds of excuses for what he had done.

Regina had her hands folded over her black-clad thighs, addressing the adults in a foreboding voice that had the boys just about ready to jump out the window.

"I'm not quite sure how to explain this without using inappropriate language, but since the events transpired today are of a less than appropriate nature I might as well spell it out as it is." The air in the office was heavy as she paused for a deep breath, the silence causing goosebumps to rise on Ciel's forearms. "Your sons broke into my office and... engaged in some rather lewd behavior. I found them naked atop this desk, having intercourse."

Eyes widened, jaws dropped, and gasps fled horrified parents. The ruckus that followed had Alois close to tears as his father shot up from his chair, fuming as he towered over his son.

"Alois... A lo is... What. Does. This. Mean? Explain yourself."

"I-I was just... It's not my fault! She wasn't supposed to come back!"

"You're a butt muncher?!" Vincent whispered to Ciel, completely ignoring the disturbing scene playing out in front of him. His amusement was evident for anyone watching him, his mouth stretched into a wide grin and eyebrows high on his forehead.

"What the fuck dad!" Ciel hissed, his cheeks burning with the most aggressive blush he had ever felt.

"How come you never told me?"

"Maybe because I knew you would joke about it?!"

"Can you imagine your coming out story? 'I had sex on my principal's desk and got caught'. You've really messed up, kiddo." Vincent could barely contain his laughter while Claude had trouble keeping himself from slapping his own son.

"She wasn't supposed to... Alois..." Claude's lips were pursed into a pale dot on his face as he fumed over his son, who looked up at him with a panic Ciel had never seen him display before. "Do you understand the severity of what you've done? You have shamed this family – you have sullied our name. This will have grave consequences, you do understand that, do you?"

"But daddy! I can't help that Ciel's a creepy exhibitionist! If he'd just let me fuck him in normal places this would've never happened!"

"Shut your mouth or so help me I'll whip you all the way to Bible camp."

"Creepy exhibitionist?" Vincent whispered, quirking an eyebrow in a teasing manner.

"Please dad...stop." Ciel hid his face behind a pale hand as he tried to listen to what was going on between Alois and his father.

"Daddy…" Alois practically begged, but his voice disappeared as eyes darkened by anger closed behind the glimmering glass of Claude's spectacles.

"Mr. Trancy, calm down," Regina said, her tone annoyed and harsh. It looked as if the male was about to burst at any second, and when he didn't react she slammed her palm onto the desk. "Claude!"

"What?!" Claude spat, snapping his head to Regina with a rage so fiery it practically radiated from his body.

"Sit. Down." Without an ounce of trepidation, she played the waiting game, staring at the male until he did as he was told. "We need to discuss how we should handle this."

"Will the boys get expelled?" Rachel asked, fingers curling around the purse in her lap as her eyebrows bunched together in concern.

"Well... the circumstances are rather fortunate for the boys considering Mr. Trancy's contribution to this school. However, we can't just let this slide between our fingers. I suggest a suspension. Three weeks to be exact."

"Did you use a condom?" Vincent was leaning on his left armrest to get as close to Ciel as possible, his slender form relaxed even though his face was curious beyond measure.

"Dad, please," the teenager hissed through clamped teeth, completely mortified by his father's unseemly questions.

Meanwhile, Claude was discussing the matter at hand with Regina, but his gaze never strayed from his son.

"Three weeks sounds more than reasonable. Alois will get his real punishment when we get home."

"Daddy-"

"NOT. ANOTHER. WORD."

A pallid lower lip trembled as Alois' fingernails dug into tense thighs. The male looked as if he was about to either explode or cry, and Ciel could only guess that the blonde was struggling with keeping himself from insulting his father and running out the door.

"You shouldn't be so tough on him." Vincent had turned his focus to Claude, now frowning in disapproval by how the man was treating his son. "He's a teenager. It's in their nature to mess up."

"I've just found out that my son had sex in this office with your pervert of a son, Phantomhive. I don't need you to teach me about parenting."

"Excuse me?!" Vincent spat, clutching the armrests of his chair, ready to shoot up. But he was interrupted by Rachel ending her silence, and ripped his gaze away from Claude to fixate on his fuming wife.

"Now you listen to me, you pompous shithead," Rachel seethed, causing all heads to whip in her direction. "Insult my son again and I will hurt you." Bolts of lightning were shooting out of once soft and kind eyes as her fingers turned white by the way she was digging them into her purse.

Ciel could almost see the smoke puffing out of her nose as she glared at Claude, but no matter how proud he was of his mother, it was clear that the male wasn't feeling the least bit threatened. It had Ciel's insides churning because those popping veins on Claude's neck and the spreading redness on his cheeks were nothing less than terrifying.

"You two are unfit to run your company and apparently just as unfit to raise a child!" Claude shouted before he ripped away the careful hand of his wife that came to sit on his shoulder. "It's not surprising that your offspring lured my son into his trap! He's just as big a nutcase as his father."

Vincent shouted right back, ignoring the principal's attempts to calm the situation. "RIIIIGHT and you're so great, huh? Your son is terrified of you!"

"I'M GOING TO SLICE YOU UP!" Rachel shot up, her chair screeching against the floor as she threw away her purse and reached for Claude's collar.

"Please stop!" Both Regina and Hannah yelled in unison, and by now every adult was standing up. Vincent was holding his wife back from pummeling Claude's face, and said male was spitting curses at Hannah as she wouldn't let go of his arm.

"STOP FIGHTING OR I'LL CALL THE POLICE!" The principal reached for her phone, but her movements ceased the second Alois spoke up.

"I can't believe you insulted my Ciel like that, dad!" By the looks of the blonde, he was shocked by his own outburst, but as his father snapped his head in his direction, Alois' features turned dark.

"What?!" Claude growled, long fingers curling up as he scowled at his son.

"I can insult my baby but you CAN'T! He's mine to torture!" Every ounce of fear vanished as Alois grew tired of his father's incessant barking. Both individuals were indeed domineering, and even though the blonde had respect for his father, there were some things he refused to stand behind, no matter the consequences he might suffer for his insolence.

"Shut your mouth or-"

"NO!"

"Alois, you will-"

"IT WAS MY FAULT OKAY!" Everyone quieted down when Ciel rose to his feet and yelled his confession. "It was my idea. Now let's just stop this goddamn nonsense so I can leave this fucking office already!"

After a few seconds of complete silence Vincent finally voiced a surprised question. "It really was your idea?" After all he had seen and heard from the male Trancys, including the rumors about their cunning and malicious ways of handling things, he hadn't believed a word that had come out of the blonde teen's mouth.

"Yeah, it was my idea. Now suspend me and let me get the hell away from all of you lunatics!"

"Honey, I'm sorry about this but I have to ground you. You need to understand that you can't do things like what you did today." Rachel looked at her son with an apologetic expression as she entwined her fingers atop the kitchen table.

"Yeah whatever..." Ciel muttered, irritated eyes staring at the wall, soft chin resting in his palm.

"Why'd you do it, kid?" Vincent asked in a calming voice, reaching out to place a large hand on Ciel's forearm.

"Because I felt like it... Principal's a bitch anyways." With a huff, Ciel snatched his arm back, refusing to meet either of his parents' gazes.

"Ciel, for the hundredth time, please watch your language," Rachel reprimanded in a tired tone. "We're not brutes."

Ciel rolled his eyes, displaying a perfect picture of an annoyed and disrespectful teenager.

"If you're going to act like this then you can go straight to your room and stay there for the rest of the day. And no phone!" Rachel stole the device from Ciel's hand before he could react.

"But I need my phone!" Ciel immediately straightened himself with panic in his eyes. "Mom, seriously. I need it. Give it back."

"No. You can get it back later if you do a good job listening to your father. But you will only be allowed to have it for two hours a day."

"Huh?"

"We're just having a little talk, that's all. I promise it won't kill ya," Vincent assured his son with a smile.

"I don't need to talk about anything! Can I go now? I need a fucking shower." Ciel squirmed on his chair, feeling dirty and sticky from his earlier tryst with Alois.

Rachel dangled the phone in Ciel's face and with a snarl he swapped for it, but she was quick to snatch it back.

"Do it, or you'll never get this back."

Ciel groaned, admitting defeat. "Fine."

"Hey there, kiddo." Vincent peeked through the crack in the door, fine lips curved into a friendly smile.

"Just get it over with," Ciel muttered without as much as a glance.

Vincent pushed the door open and stepped inside, his tall form pristinely dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white button up partially covered by a grey vest. His wine red tie was tugged on as he approached Ciel, who laid stomach down on his bed, face buried in a pocket book.

"I don't like this any more than you do. I don't get why I had to do this – I don't know more about this stuff than your mother..."

Ciel lifted his head in confusion, hands clutching the sides of the book as he turned his head and watched his father place his backside on the end of the bed.

"What stuff? What the fuck's going on?"

"Your mother wants me to discuss certain things with you." Vincent sighed and crossed his legs, long digits intertwining over his knee. "That boy, Alois-"

"Oh hell no! We're not talking about him or...this or whatever things mom wanted us to talk about." Ciel slammed the book close, not bothering to mark the page as he shifted to sit up straight. Thin lips pressed together in agitation as he thought of different ways to get his father to leave.

"I get it – this is an uncomfortable topic, but... it needs to be done. It's my fatherly duty."

"I don't give a rat's ass about your fatherly duties! I already know everything you have to say – you can go. Just tell mom we talked – that'll make her shut up for a while."

"Ciel, don't talk about your mother like that. She's only looking after your best interests, and so am I." Vincent raised one hand to scratch the back of his head, his brows furrowed in discomfort as he pondered on a solution. "Let's make a deal."

Ciel snapped his head up, quirking an eyebrow as the words made his heart start beating faster. "A deal? I'm all ears."

Lean muscles flexed as the elder stretched his arms out and cracked his fingers. Vincent thrived in his son's sudden interest and licked his teeth as those flawless lips turned from serious to sly.

"For every question you answer I'll give you five bucks."

"Really?" Ciel was intrigued now, and calmly folded his hands in lap as he stared right into his father's eyes. "Fifteen."

"Eight."

"Twenty."

"Ten."

"Ehh... Twenty five."

"Thirteen. Last offer."

"I dunno..." Ciel's lips bore a barely visible smirk, the teen feigning disinterest as he glanced to the side.

"Either you take the deal or I'll hold onto your phone until your suspension is over."

"Fuck... okay. I'll take the thirteen bucks." Ciel extended his bare arm, uncovering a couple of fresh bruises on the inside of his bicep. "Fire away."

Father and son shook on it, Vincent eying both the bruises on Ciel's arm as well as the swollen bite marks on his throat.

"Is Alois hurting you? I've seen you with bruises like that before."

A flat palm slapped over the wounds on his neck as Ciel muttered, "It's not like that, dad. You wouldn't understand."

"So you're a pervert?"

"WHAT?!"

"BDSM and stuff like that? You like that or-"

"Holy shit is this what mom wanted us to talk about?!"

A perfect set of abs contorted as Vincent choked back a hysteric laugh. He looked near constipated with his urge to let it all out as his son's cheeks flushed red in front of him.

"Not e-exactly...more like the birds and the b-bees," the elder hitched out, taking a deep breath to calm himself. "But you're sixteen and I'm pretty sure you already know the gist of it."

"THE BIRDS AND THE BEES?!"

Vincent grinned. "The gay birds and bees."

"The what now?" Ciel had probably never been more shocked and confused than he was right now.

"Is BDSM something that goes hand in hand with the whole gay thing or-"

"DAD! Shut up! are you fucking stupid? Of course it doesn't go hand in hand!"

"Hm, okay. You didn't answer my questions."

"I'm not a fucking pervert or masochistic slave or whatever! I just like... It's just..."

"I take that as a yes to both questions."

Ciel drew a vexed breath. "I'm gonna strangle you in your sleep."

"Yeah you have fun with that." Vincent waved a teasing hand in Ciel's direction, struggling not to laugh. "So you're an exhibitionist? Are you one hundred percent gay or do you like girls too?"

"Man I'm gonna get rich like this." Ciel rubbed his forehead, mentally cursing his parents for being complete idiots. "I'm gay, homo, queer – A FUCKING BUTT MUNCHER. Your words."

Vincent couldn't hold it in any longer and shook with the laughter that rolled out of his mouth as he rubbed his neck. "Alright then. Ever did that? Munched butt?"

Ciel looked at his dad like he couldn't believe how dumb he was. "No dad, I've never eaten ass."

"What a shame. I have to admit I'm pretty curious about that activity."

"You wanna do it?"

Vincent shrugged. "Why not? I wanna try everything before I drop dead."

"Thanks for the images."

"You're welcome!" Vincent grinned at his son, secretly loving how uncomfortable he made him. "Do you use protection?"

Now that Ciel thought about it, he realized that he was pretty stupid not to. Who knew what kind of diseases Alois might have.

"No."

"You know that HIV is transmitted easier via anal sex right?"

"Oh my god yes... but Alois tested himself before we did anything," Ciel lied as lean fingers came to rub at his temples.

"That's good. Was he your first?"

"Yes."

"Do you have...lube? I could buy you some. Or toys, like butt plugs and things like that. I don't know what you gay guys like."

Blue eyes widened as the words registered in Ciel's brain, and by now his blood might as well have been boiling with the annoyance he felt for his father.

"Please stop, I don't need any god damn toys. No thank you."

"Are you two a couple or-"

"NO!" Ciel shouted, spit flying over the sheets. "That's 143 dead presidents. Got anything else?"

"Only 130, kiddo."

"What?"

"You never answered if you're an exhibitionist or not."

"Oh god... please dad, do I really have to answer that?" Small lungs expanded with each deep breath Ciel drew trying to keep himself from kicking his dad in the face.

"Only if you want your 13 bucks."

"It's not worth it."

"Hmm okay. I'm just asking because I want you to be careful. You could get arrested for public indecency."

"OKAY GOOD TO KNOW NOW GET OUT!" A tiny socked foot came to shove the elder at the shoulder but, to Ciel's vexation, the male ignored him completely.

"One more question." Vincent's expression was soft and kind, and only amused enough to give his son the urge to slap rather than murder. "If gangly blondes are your type then one of my employees has a son that I could fix you up with if you want to? Because well...that Trancy kid...I've heard all about him. I don't know if I want my son being with someone like that."

Ciel had no idea why, but those words made something inside him snap. "Are you seriously trying to tell me who I can and can't be with?! I'll take a dick from whoever I want and you have no fucking say in-"

"Are you in love with him?"

Ciel stopped breathing for a second, hearing his own heartbeat pound in his ears before he completely exploded. "WHA-WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM YOU STUPID FUCKING... FUCK JUST GET OUT!"

It took Ciel ten whole minutes to calm down after his father had left, and that's when his cheeks flared up in shame. It wasn't right to scream at him like that, but the last question had Ciel angrier than he'd been in a long time. Just the notion of him having romantic feelings for Alois made him shiver in disgust.

And now Ciel was suspended. Suspended and grounded without access to his phone. Alois caused him nothing but trouble; he should've kept his distance. He should've stopped having sex with him; he should've followed Freckles' advice.

He should've ignored him.

Vincent was snapped out of his entrancing TV show by the chime of the doorbell. Long legs dragged over the floorboards, tiredly making their way over to the front door. Behind it stood a petite brunette with a grin stretching from ear to ear.

"Hi Mr. Phantomhive! I know it's a little late but I really need to see Ciel."

Vincent smiled. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Vincent?"

A tiny hand came to cover pink lips as Freckles giggled. "Sorry Mr—Vincent. Is Ciel here?"

"Yes he is but..." The male rubbed his prominent chin, going over his options for a few seconds. He decided that it might do Ciel some good to see a close friend after today's events. "I guess you could see him but you should know that he's been grounded."

"Grounded? What did he do?"

"You have to ask him that yourself."

Vincent went back to his TV show as Freckles slipped out of her jacket and shoes. She trudged up the stairs, curiosity powering her to get to Ciel as fast as she could.

Forgetting all manners, the brunette yanked the door open, barging into Ciel's room with a loud, "Heeeya!"

A shriek ripped from the male's throat and he flailed as he lost balance on his chair. Both Ciel and the chair tipped to floor with a bang.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! I'm too fucking young to die!" he whined from the floor.

"It's not your time yet – you can relax," she teased, giggling, "you big wimp."

Ciel scrambled to get to his feet, rubbing the back of his head, now sore and throbbing from the impact. "Why are you here? I didn't think I was allowed any visitors."

"Your dad seemed to think it was okay." Freckles strolled over to Ciel's bed, as energetic as always as she bounced down on the mattress.

Ciel lifted the chair, giving it a quick check-over for any damages before he slumped down on it again. "It's a school night – what're you doing here so late?"

"I needed to tell you that Trancy's been suspended! Isn't that amazing? You didn't pick up so I just had to run over here and tell you!"

Ciel let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah... I know."

"Oh... Well aren't you happy? You don't have to see him for three whole weeks!"

"Uhm... the thing is... I kinda got suspended too."

Blue eyes opened wide as the words reached Freckles' ears. "You too?! Why?"

Inhaling deeply, Ciel raised one tired hand to rub at his temples. He was not up for this; his day had been a disaster and telling people about it was about the worst thing he could imagine himself doing at the moment. But he knew his friend wouldn't give up until he spilled the truth.

"Me and-"

A knock on the door interrupted Ciel.

"Honey? I thought you might like your phone back. I'm taking it again before I go to bed." Rachel gave Freckles a radiant smile. "It's nice to see you dear. Don't be too hard on my teddy bear, okay?"

"I won't, Mrs. Phantomhive!"

Ciel threw his phone to Freckles after his mother had left. "Can you put it in the charger? It's on the nightstand."

"Yeah, no problem." She crawled over the bed, phone grasped between slender fingers as she neared the white cord. That's when the device vibrated against her palm. Naturally, the all too curious brunette had to look at the screen.

"Who's this? There are so many messages! King of booty shorts?"

"Don't look—give it back!" Ciel leapt towards Freckles, arms extended and mouth open in panic.

The brunette backed up against the headboard, quickly unlocking the device and opening the app holding the messages. "I'm sorry baby. I messed up-"

"Stop reading—Freckles I swear-" Ciel desperately reached for his phone but the brunette effortlessly kept him away with her feet as she scrolled through the texts.

"Please answer me. Don't hate me I need to see you again. I'm sorry, I need you. I'll make it up to you, I swear." Hazel locks fell away from a frowning face as Freckles lifted her head to look at Ciel. "Who is this?"

"Give it to me, I'm serious!"

"Is this...Trancy?"

"No! Just hand it over."

Freckles gave Ciel a pout. "Okay. But it is Trancy right? Are you two dating?"

"Are you out of your frickin' mind?!"

"It sure sounds like there's some love happening there," she teased as she handed Ciel his phone. "I knew there was something going on between you two! Don't think I haven't seen you whisper and sneak around. But him? After what he did to you? Why would you do that?"

With pursed lips, Ciel plugged his phone into the charger, wondering what evil deeds he must've done in his past lives to deserve this. "Judge me all you want. Laugh and mock me – give me all you got."

"I'm not going to mock you. I just want to know uhm...how?"

"It's a long story."

"I'm not going anywhere."

With a deep sigh, Ciel retold the story as well as he could, holding back his growing annoyance as the words spilled from his lips. As he talked, watching those big blue eyes widen and that excited mouth gasp made it that more real. He had to relive the entire progression of events between him and Alois, all the way from being online 'friends' to becoming enemies, and to finally ending up as fuck buddies.

The hardest part for Ciel was to tell Freckles about the beginning. He had tried so hard to forget about that. Every stinging memory was brought to the surface, making his stomach ache.

It became hard to breathe as he mentioned how persistent Alois had been in his attempts to earn his forgiveness. Ciel had failed to see – or rather denied – that the sweet boy on Kik still existed, and that he was right in front of his nose.

As he finished the story, Ciel saw Alois clear in his mind, just as he always imagined him when he still didn't know who he was. That picture was merging with the boy who had plagued him this whole semester. Even though he clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut, the realization that the boy he fell for was the same as Trancy wouldn't loosen its grip on him. It wouldn't stop forcing him to see the truth.

"You miss it, don't you?" Freckles asked, fixing concerned eyes on Ciel as her thin fingers closed around his fists.

Lids slowly lifted, and Ciel stared right at the brunette as his lips slowly parted. "I miss how it was. But that's not the same person. Trancy is not the same person that I fell in love with!" With the last of his mental strength, Ciel fought to keep Alois and Trancy apart. But as the words left him, he realized that there was no turning back. Alois was gone, Trancy was gone. All that was left was Alois Trancy; one person. And he knew he had to make a decision.

Freckles watched Ciel turn his head, and squeezed his hands as she murmured, "You really loved him, huh? Are you sure he's not the same? I mean it was he who sent you all those texts. Everything that you two shared..." The brunette paused, hooking a strand of her hair behind her ear as she contemplated on what to say next. "I never thought I'd say this, but I think Trancy might be a nice person deep down. I don't think what he feels for you is fake. He's an awful person, I know, but judging by what you told me, he acts differently with you. And that's not two separate people, Ciel. That's how he is. All of it – it's Alois."

"Look," Ciel said, sighing, "my only friend at my former school had to transfer and move to a different state because of people like Trancy. Even if I accept that he's capable of being a decent human being, I can't just ignore the fact that he's a fucking lunatic too!"

"Are you happy like this? Playing around with him? Torturing him?"

"No..."

"Would you be happy if he disappeared from your life? Your Alois, just... gone forever."

Ciel stared at the wall, letting the seconds pass. When he finally swallowed and turned his head, his mouth was so dry that his next word came out as a whisper.

"No."

"You should be with him." Freckles brushed away the strands of hair covering Ciel's right eye and looked at him with concerned brows. "You're still in love with him, can't you see that?"

"I can't. I don't want to," Ciel murmured and turned away from his friend, trying to ignore the pain in his chest. "I don't care if it makes me miserable, I can't see him again."

Muffled sobs were the only sounds in the dark room as Alois squeezed thick polyester with desperate hands. The blonde's puffy face was buried in his pillow, the fabric cold and soaked with his tears.

For hours and hours he had done nothing but try and get a hold of Ciel. He was certain that his chances with him were close to zero by this point. He had messed up – badly – and he didn't know a way out.

And if that wasn't enough, his father had given him a large piece of his mind the second they'd stepped inside the house. Claude had practically screamed at him, and the moment the blonde had tried to defend himself, he had been smacked right across the cheek.

A once pale and flawless cheekbone was now swollen and bruised by the impact, but Claude had showed no remorse. He had dragged Alois to his room, thrown the boy inside and slammed the door shut. As the blonde fell into a heap on the wooden floorboards, he had heard how a key was turned, and he had no idea when his father would let him out again.

A heart-wrenching whimper was fed to the pillow as Alois completely broke down. His whole body was quivering with tremors of anxiety. He had never been this miserable before. He felt as if his entire life was ruined.

Ping.

Red cheeks ripped from the damp fabric, the blonde's hands fumbling for the illuminated device. He was shaking so bad that he barely managed to unlock it and his eyes were so clouded and swollen that he had to blink near frantic to be able to make out the words.

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