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know what happened to you when you were in foster care , Victoria. I know what that monster did to you. I killed him for you. I took care of it. I didn’t want to see the light go out of your eyes ever again like it did after he hurt you. I was just a boy then. I’m a man now. I can protect you… if you let me.” He was rambling at this point and I was beginning to think he was even crazier than I am. I soul search into his eyes…his green eyes. I’m taken back in a rush of memories. A small boy, no older than ten. Small in stature, weak and quiet. But those green eyes. I thought I’d never forget those green eyes. The ones that told me to run, the ones that saved me. But they didn’t save me from myself. How could they when I had all of that blame?
    “It was you…” I respond. He smiles half-heartedly, but I only frown. If this is him, the boy with the green eyes… then the monster…that monster that stole my innocence… he took it all away from me. I was good…I was surviving the loss of my parents. I relied on him like a father figure and he ruined me…he used me.
    “But wait…you don’t have the same name now as that little boy! So are you lying now or were you lying then? Which is it, Michael?” My eardrums feel like they may burst from the loud noise I’m inflicting upon them. I remember his name, if nothing else. That little boy fucking saved me. At least from his sick father. He allowed me a chance to escape, I took it. I never looked back. A huge part of me thought my past would never catch up with me. But truth be told, it’s never really left. It hasn’t left my soul, my mind, or my heart. His father broke me before I had a chance to enter the real world. He used me. I was just a kid. I didn’t deserve that. But guess fucking what, that’s life, isn’t it? I narrow my eyes and look up at the boy, the one I want so badly to hate, but I can’t. Why the fuck can’t I?
    “My name is Michael,” he begins, tears welling in his eyes, just enough for me to notice. “But I go by Breccan, which is my middle name. I don’t want to share the same name as that monster any longer. I want to create my own legacy.” His words touch me. I can sense his hurt. But I push his down deep, my own pain secreting from the pores of my now drenched skin.
    “Why shouldn’t I shoot you right between your fucking eyes… ? You’re his son…you’re that piece of shit’s spawn!” I get angrier by the second. How dare this man think he’s going to save me? Sure he did it once, what good that did him. But he’s reminding me of it all now. I don’t need a fucking reminder! How dare he bring up the very thing I’ve been dying to forget.
    “Because I killed him.” He looks hurt by my revelation. I can almost see love behind his eyes when he looks at me. How could anyone love a fucked up individual such as myself?
    “Stop looking at me like that! You’re fucking sick, just like your father!” I scream. I want him to go away. I just want to end all this. I try to pull the trigger. I send the signals from my brain to my fingers and nothing happens.
    “You know I’m nothing like him. You know how I feel about you. I would never hurt you, Victoria. I have always loved you. Love is an understatement to the way I crave your existence. You were the only thing bright in my dreary world. The day you left, the light died. I’ve been praying to get it back ever since. I know you’re not the same…that much is obvious. You’ve gotten hard, you’ve had to. I don’t hold it against you. So many times I’ve wanted to hate you. I’ve wanted to mourn the loss of someone so pure, but instead I celebrate the you that is still here. I want to get the light back.”
    “Don’t celebrate me. I’m broken and I don’t want to fucking be fixed. I’m having fun. In fact, I’m having the time of my fucking life. Don’t mourn the loss of that pathetic, weak girl. She never would have survived the life of big fuck you