Zay's POV

After Elliot leave I stay in bed, my legs swinging about as I look over the screen in front of me.

I have a lot of money saved up and it's growing every month. And like every month around this time, I'm looking to see if I can find real non-profit organizations to send some money to.

I got the job at the aquarium because I felt lazy. My parents gave me everything I had ever since I was younger and I never started questioning it until I saw those who weren't fortunate enough to have an Angel as an parent. I saw the homeless and the poor. I saw the sick and I read about and watched the news to see so many people in need.

And I felt disgusted by myself that I was lounging away just sitting there doing nothing but having so much more than people in the world that work their ass off every day and still don't get what they deserved.

And I hated that.

But the only way to really make a difference is to have money. So with my very very limited experience I looked for something that I could do that would allow me to make money and share it with the people in the world that need it.

But being the hybrid that I am, the only thing I knew how to do and was good at was sex, and so I turned that into a profit. Years later I was able to get a job at the aquarium and now I feel like I'm making a difference in the world. Not because I grew up privileged but because I made sure that with my own hard work and dedication, even if people don't see it like that, I got the money I could and helped those in need.

And I'm damn proud to myself.

And hearing the awe and pride in Elliot voice when I told him make me feel a thousand feet tall.

People has always hated those who use their body to empower other and themselves. They would rather be able to sexualize you without your consent than to have you make money off of those same people, this time under your own power.

It's a big middle finger to all the toxic masculinity in the world and they hate that.

I adore it.

I'm looking at this one website about deforestation and what it's doing to our planet when there's a knock on the door. I reluctantly push myself off of my bed and head walk down the hallway, yawning a bit as I think about a nap. I roll my eyes to myself when I see that the door is locked, knowing that no matter how many times I tell Elliot that I will be just fine that he's going to keep doing it to ensure my safely.

And I will never tell him that it makes me smile when he does it.

With the softness still in my face, I unlock and open the door only to reveal my parents.

"Zayvion!" My mom says, reaching for me to engulf me in a hug and I stiffen, unaware that they were coming down from New Haven to come visit me.

"How are you, son?" Me dad asks, his blonde hair and blue eyes sparkling in the lights.

"I'm fine. But why are you here?" I ask them not meaning to come off rude, but at the moment I don't care. I haven't talked to the two of them since they called me ungrateful for not wanting a house I didn't need and giving it to people who did.

And I didn't plan on talking to them again any time soon.

"We came to see you baby." My mom says as if in a duh tone. "We tried to call and warn you but you never picked up so we decided to drop by." She tells me and I look at her as if she's crazy.

"You know usually when people don't pick up, that them telling you to buzz off and leave them alome until they feel like talking to you. Which I don't." I tell them with a frown, hating the fact that the two of them never listen. My dad turns to me with an angry expression and uses his favorite words that I decided just now, I've had enough of.

"Zayvion you've been very ungrateful to the blessings you've received." He tells me and I scoot before I tell him the words that's been sitting on my chest for ages.

"No, dad, you're the been ungrateful one. You have a soulmate a son and a beautiful home in New Haven and all you can every think about it more. Being grateful means understanding the blessings that you have and appreciating the fact that you don't have to have them and the fact that God gave them to you is a privilege and not a right. I am very grateful of the things I've had and the life I made for myself by myself. I am grateful for my hand picked family and I am grateful for the man that loves me. You need to go read the bible and the dictionary and maybe find some humility and humbleness in your life." I tell them.

"I think it's time for us to go." My mom says, looking at me with sad eyes as she nods her head towards me. She grabs my dad arms and pulls him out of the apartment a stunned and angry look on his face and I close the door in front of it.

Satisfied with myself I walk back to my room and jump on to my bed, looking at the website once more and I show the word and other people just how grateful I am.

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Zay made some VERY good points. I love him so much. Alright people it's the last two chapters omg and then we're done.

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