Love me

Chapter 20

 Alexander cried trying to find peace by letting everything he has felt all this time out. He did not really think that God was against him though he did believe that life was against him. He had hit rock bottom the day he left Xavier, did not think that he could breakdown further. In this pitch black night he sat crying like a person who has lost all hope and love in his heart as he was. “Will you look at that.” A voice said to him as it came closer to the light. It was Miss Becky, one of the maids that worked for his father. “Who would have thought that you would be gay? Don’t get me wrong, despite the pitiful conditions you live under, you are still a handsome man. But you are also gay. Well this is a surprise but I guess it explains the woman features you possess. Slim waist, slimmer than the Mrs’s herself.” The lady reveals a wicked smile before turning on her heels but before she leaves she lets out a chuckle and not a cute one, “I’m sure that the Mrs will be pleased to hear these news.” She said and walked away. Alexander knew it was over for him. What will that woman think of him? He is already nothing in her eyes, if she learns about this who knows what she will do. If it was up to him, he would have fled this place but his aching body was not cooperating. He could not do anything but wait for his doom. Not seconds later, he was summoned. He walked to the mansion only to be welcomed by a slap that sent him to the ground by his father. “You!” he pointed at Alexander. Fury burnt in his eyes. His anger could awaken the seas and cause violent tides. “How dare you step in my house you filthy pedophile? I felt sorry for you and took you in and now, now, what is it that I hear? God knows whether you have molested my son.” With that said Alexander felt the whip tear his skin. He has been hit a thousand times with this whip but the pain never felt any less. He never got used to it and not to mention that he was never hit. The emptiness inside him caused the fictional silent tears to stream down his face. He was dead inside with no tears left to cry. He was dry just like the Sahara. Emotions were no longer a part of him. He could only feel the pain and hate that dwelled in his heart for everything. No love, no sadness, no hope. It was just him enduring the pain hoping to die soon. The Mrs raised the whip again and let it lash against Alexander’s skin. Blood splashed everywhere. Beatrice kept on whipping him mercilessly. “Mommy stop, I beg you!” Addison cried as he descended the stairs limping. His little accident left him with a few broken bones but that did not stop him from fighting for his brother. “Stay out of this Addison! This man could have done something to you! Don’t you know he likes men! He is bad and should be punished!” Beatrice thundered. Even Addison was scared of her but still, Alexander was his brother and what he was did not matter to him. He knew what he was about to do was not very respectful but he had to if he wanted to save Alexander who kneeled on the ground, staring at nothingness, not a single tear from his eyes.                 

  “Mom, he is my brother. He will never hurt me. Is this what you will do to me as well? Is this how you will hit me too?” “Addison, what are you saying? You are only ten years old, you don’t know anything.” “But it is the truth mom.” “Shut up! Go back to your room! NOW!” “Mom. If you are going to hit him because he is gay, you might as well hit me.” This was a shocker to everyone in the room except Alexander who still stared at the floor as if he was looking for answers to a question that has been bothering him for a long time. He was brought back to reality by the rapid whips that hugged his body, finally having tears stream down his eyes. “This is all your fault. You are the one who talked all this nonsense to my son. This is all your fault. No wonder your mother died, she could not stand having a son like you!” That was it for Alexander. He could taking all the mean things said to him, but he could not stand the topic of his mother being brought up. He wanted to shout through the pain that his mother loved him but before he could, his head spun, his sight became blurry as it became pitch black and his eyes shut close as he fell on the floor that was covered by the blood that dripped from the cloths he wore that had become heavy due to all the blood it soaked. He could hear Addison cry out his name and his mother telling a maid to take him to him room never stopping from whipping him. Beatrice kept on whipping Alexander’s motionless body and the Sir of the house watched feeling satisfied by his wife’s work. After she was satisfied, he asked the garden boys to throw his body far away from the mansion.