Secrets and Things (MxM)

Chapter image: Aiden's vibe except in an expensive suit, lighter blue hair and a shit ton more piercings on his ears. He also has his eyebrow and nose piercing in.

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Note:

- Also, here are two chapters in a day because I felt like it and I don't know when the next chapter is going to come out. I'm currently kind of in a slump. Apparently, winging a story tends to do that to you.

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POV: Aiden

"Welp," I said out loud as I stood in the gorgeous yet traumatising front garden. It was as large as I could recall, taking up the same space as a normal plot of an average house land. I arrived about half an hour earlier to check out the place since I was feeling a bit masochistic.

The Troph family mansion was so big, they wouldn't notice if a mere blue ant like I, walked around. After NOT appreciating the grim-looking building, I went as far as to check out the greenhouse, located at the side of the house and the Fuck lake, which was a ten minute walk. It was called the Fuck lake because my half-brothers loved to bring women and you know, fuck. They saw it as impressive or something since most girls found it romantic. Having sex, under the stars, by brown water and ducks. How passionate.

I wonder if they finally settled down because, by the looks of this place, it seems the spiders have decided to create a society.

It was almost time to go in so I returned to the garden and studied it further. Even after many years, the shrubs and bushes were trimmed the same way. The only thing different was the age of the trees. The trees were the thing that gave the place more of a natural vibe. Everything else looked artificial.

As I walked through the garden via the path connecting to the entrance, memories from my childhood popped up. By the rose bushes, I saw child Aiden sitting and smelling the different coloured petals, bringing a smile to my face and I could almost smell it right now.

The next flashback was not so pleasing. Underneath the Grand Tree (that was what the gardener likes to call it) the snotty brat version of Bradley was chasing after me with dirt, trying to throw it onto my face. The memory was dispelled but I distinctly recall it later escalating to rocks and stones.

I'm pretty sure I still had physical (and emotional) scars from that day.

I got out of the garden, approaching the steps to the front of the mansion. The entrance had those fancy road things where there was a covering and the road came all the way to the front door so cars and limos could drop off people right in front.

There were limousines constantly coming and going, with dressed-up guests going up the stairs in pizazz for their grand entrance through the open door. 

As I was about to cross the road to get to the second batch of stone stairs, another flashback played. It's one of the worse ones.

The image of mother, also known as Blaire or traitor or a gold digger, materialises, along with five-year-old Aiden. I didn't know why I remembered this, even after so many years but let's blame the emotional trauma.

Little me was grabbing on the woman's leg, screaming, sobbing and begging for her not to leave, screaming out apologies and promising that he'd be a good child. Blaire on the other hand was completely emotionless and felt nothing as she walked toward her car. Her lack of action inconsequently dragged little Aiden's legs against the asphalt, breaking the skin and causing severe bleedings.

She finally arrived at the passenger seat and it was only then that she pried off little Aiden's grip from her legs. She looked at him with disgust and the last thing she ever said to him before she disappeared from his life was, "You were a pain in the ass and absolutely useless to me. I would've killed you if it weren't illegal, brat."