Chapter 1
Four
Though this is all for you,
Don't want to hide the truth.
Four sits on his bed and stares out the window to the world below. He never thought he'd make it here, after being told so many times he was a worthless piece of shit by his so called father. He always thought one day that beast would beat him in till he died and then get away with his murder. Four had scars, he had memories, he had wished his death, and he had been through hell.
Four had been a wreck, after watching Marcus, his 'father' beat his mother, then throw her in front of a car. Four stood there an innocent boy, he had watched as his 'father' had killed his mother for being pregnant. He had watched as his 'father' had pretended to be completely innocent in court. He lied when the judge asked him if Marcus had indeed pushed her. Just like a good boy. He did what he was told but that didn't change Marcus' mind. If Four left so much as a sock on the floor in his room, he would have to deal with a grueling beating.
That innocent boy turn in to a player, desperate for love, all throughout high school. He broke girl's hearts, and moved on never wanting to get attached. He put all his anger in to sports and had a hard time trusting anyone. He left that innocent boy for a cold stone faced bastard, as everyone had called him. Not that it mattered to him, he was called worse by his father
For the first time in his life Four was free, he was on top of the whole darn world but he wasn't happy. Yes almighty Four had quite the group of friends, all of which he knew before he was famous, but no one loved him for him. Not one girl he talked to would look at him with curiosity and love for him, just greed, need and adoration for money. Sure he shouldn't complain but he does anyways.
"Hey, Zeke, you wana come over and get drunk?" He asks after dialing his best friend. As a matter of fact Four hated getting drunk alone. He'd rather have someone to do stupid shit with then have no one at all.
"Actually I was just about to call you and say that there was a party atUri's place tonight, and I was going to bring you." Zeke responds his voice obscured by the phone.
"Oh cool, what time?" Four continues to stare at the city below him, sounding completely dazed.
"I'll drop by at eight." Zeke states and hung up the phone.
Placing the phone on the table, Four glanced at the clock placed on his bedside table, it read 4:00 p.m. he had about 4 hours to ready himself. Too long for him. He had too much time to think, think about his dad, his girlfriend who never came around anymore or even the way he felt about her.
Four no longer liked Robin Alicante, he never really did. She turned into a rich snob who snuck off with some other guy every night. She went from having beautiful auburn hair, to dying her head a bleach blond. She wore clothes too small for her, she got very drunk and kissed people behind his back because he didn't want to be with her twenty-four/seven. This sluty-ass bitch, per use of Christina (one of his friends), had let the fame get to her head and he hated her for it. So he called her up.
"Robin?" He asked and inwardly cringed when he heard the deep moan come from the phone.
"Hey babe, you know this isn't a good time, I'm at my uhh mom's house." On any other day he'd say 'oh, sorry. Call me back,' but this wasn't normal. He was mad, he was pissed off and he wanted it all over.
"Good, it'll take a minute," he knows he sounds cold and cut off but he could care less. "It's over, okay? I know you've been sneaking around with your little boyfriends so don't even try the whole apology thing. Oh and make sure to tell that guy your screwing that he's messing with the wrong guy." Four finishes exasperated and angry. Before she could even say a word he hung up.
He headed to the gym, in his apartment, flustered and strangely relieved, as if it had been weighing down on his shoulders. He felt weightless whilst he punched the bag that hung from the ceiling and for once he was excited to go to a party.