Dreams. Dreams are the basis of a human conception called faith. Faith is just another word for hope. You can't see hope, you can't touch hope, why have it? I don't think it exists at all, never have never will. There are bad dreams and terrible dreams. A big difference between the two.

"Take off your clothes. Now Xavier!" My father yelled at me.I was in my room and I was scared, but of course I did it. He was the one with the bat. He swung it around while I stripped myself from the clothes that covered my body. The warmth slowly fading from my skin. It was cold now. I looked around the room trying to find something to defend myself with. I was done with this shit. It had happened too many times before. I was so tired and so done with everything at this point. I didn't care what the outcome was. I just knew that I'm not about to let it happen again.
"Get on your knees." The older man said, reaching out and touching my head, shoving me down onto my knees.
"No I don't want to. I'm not going to suck you off you dirty old fucker." I said, looking up it him and standing once again. I surprised myself, the tone I used wasn't soft and scared like it usually was, it was firm and demanding. I had never sounded that way before. My tone and words must've shocked my father as well.
"What did you just say to me?" He asked, eyes wide, full of fury. It was as if I released some killer wild animal who was about to tear me apart. I looked down to the wooden bat in his hands. He wasn't really going to use it. I was so sure of it.
I flinched, but spoke up "Did I fucking stutter?" I said backing away. That's when he snapped. I felt the bat hit me over the head and the blood rush through my nose as he pushed me to the ground, stepping on one of my legs while he bashed the other leg with a bat. My bones shattered, my blood spilled, never before had I felt such excruciating pain. I screamed out and animal like sound of pain and immediately curled up into a ball hugging my shattered leg. Tears came out of my eyes like waterfalls mixing with the blood that streamed down my forehead. I cried as I felt my hair yanked back and my head snapped upwards to come face to face with my father.The scariest part of that whole thing was that he didn't look sorry, he didn't look angry or scared. He was expressionless. Zero empathy.
"Now, do you want to argue with me again or do you just want to open that pretty mouth of yours?" He said. "No... wait I have a better idea. I'm just going to get right too fucking you today." he said. "Get on your hands and knees." he demanded shoving me to the ground again.
"I-I can't... my leg...I'm scared" I howled out in pain. I knew it was shattered. My father groaned.
"You're fine, just do it." He snapped, but I did. I didn't want to get hit again. I've never been so scared in my life ever. He had done this sometimes in the past, but never once has he hit me, not since mom died.
I got on my hands and knees, tears running down my face like a faucet as I did so. My leg hurt like a bitch almost to the point where it was feeling numb.
"What a good, good boy you are." I heard my father say from behind me. "Now.. let's get star-"
There was a crash from outside my room.
"Xavier!" I heard a call, the voice sounded strained and worried. Max.
"I'm here!" I called earning another blow from the bat that my father held in his hands as he tried to hurry and dress himself again. A taller man busted open the door and yelled.
"What the hell did you do?!" He screamed at my father, and before he could even have a chance to raise the bat, he was punched in the face, then the throat leaving him gasping for air as he dropped to his knees. Max took the bat from my father's hand bashing him over the head once before running over to me.
I must've looked like shit. Naked. Crying. Shaking. All bloody and bruised, my leg twisted in ways it shouldn't be. But he held me in his arms anyways, telling me that everything was going to be fine, and that I was okay now. I put my arms around him, hoping to never let go not ever again.
The scene changed then. I wasn't in my room anymore and I was no longer in pain I was happy, smiling as Max and I were trying to ice skate for the first time together... we both were bad but it made it interesting. I have scars from the blisters I got that night. But those are good scars. Scars that contain happy and good memories.
My surroundings changed again too when I was back at the airport getting ready to leave for America. I held Max in my arms, his tan skin totally contradicting mine. We were complete opposites, but I loved him. He was my one and only. My love.

But then I opened my eyes. It was dark and cold. Other than the flickering light in the corner, I could see nothing, But for the first time I could see a hint of sunlight coming from above the bed, near the ceiling, probably a small window. I felt the chains and shackles around my arms and legs once again. Not only did I feel the chains, but a pair of arms were around me as well. It was the only thing warm and comforting in the room, even though I shouldn't have thought that. I knew whose arms, they were. I shook in fear.
"Are you awake??" I heard Eric say in a low and husky voice. His lips were pressed to the back of my neck as he mumbled, causing me to shiver. "It's so early yet... go back to sleep.." He said not bothering to let me go. Why was he acting like this?! Why was he acting like this was normal?! Why was he acting as if I weren't scared of him?!
I started to cry quietly. This man, who was holding me softly in his embrace, was my worst nightmare. I hated him. But I was doing nothing to stop him. I could think of many ways I could kill him right here right now.
I could strangle him with the chain.
I could suffocate him with the pillow.
I could use the sharp end of the shackle to slit his throat.
But I can't. So many what if's flew through my head, making me imagine things I didn't want to see, such as if I failed to kill him. What would he do? Would he kill me? Worse? I wanted to be dead. But I think anyone in this situation would want to be dead.
I sniffled a bit trying to stop the tears from falling once again. There was a movement behind me and I instantly froze, not daring to make a single sound, let alone breath.
"Are you crying?" I heard Eric ask, "are you alright? Are you hungry?" he asked, sitting up and looking at me with a concerned look. I was hungry really hungry.
"I am hungry." I said quietly as Eric stared down at me. I then felt him get up from the bed. I heard footsteps walk away from me then the lights flicked on, blinding me for a second. It took a bit for my eyes to adjust but soon I could see around the room. Eric was standing by the light switch a soft smile on his lips.
Eric did not look like a psycho. That's for sure. He had short black hair that curled by his ears, giving him a youthful appearance. Beautiful pigmented green eyes that went along way too well with his hair and his perfect smile. He was tall, and now that he wasn't wearing a shirt it was clear to me that he was muscular, ya know that broad shoulders muscled core kind of thing. Simply the complete opposite of me. So why in the world would he want someone as tiny and pathetic looking as me?
"Would you like to get out of this room?" I heard Eric ask, breaking me out of my trance. He walked back over to me. "But if you want to eat in here that's fine too I guess." He said.
"N-no please! I .... I want to get out of this room." I said quietly, a sudden smile spread across Eric's face.
"That's great! We can eat at the table together!!!" He said, "oh, your chains! Hold up a bit." he said, leaving the room. I took this moment to look around with the lights on. There was a bed, and I could see a open door leading to a bathroom. I wondered if my chain would reach there. I got up out of the small bed to see if it would... and it did. It was just a normal bathroom. A toilet. A sink. A shower. A cabinet. I opened the cabinet to see what was inside. There was just normal household items I suppose, toilet paper, a few towels and bandages. Nothing that would help me. I heard the door to the room being unlocked so I rushed back to the bed, not wanting to be caught snooping.
As soon as Eric landed his eyes on me he smiled, "let me get you out of those shackles." he said. I was glad that he said that because the metal was rubbing on my wrists and ankles to the point where it was about to bleed. He held up the key and I raised my arms, he unlocked the shackles and they dropped on the bed, once both my hands were free I rubbed my bruised wrists. Eric then unlocked the shackles around my ankles.

"Now, shall we eat?" he asked. I said nothing, but stood up and followed him out the door, immediately outside the door was nothing but a staircase with walls surrounding it. There was another door at the end of the stair case. There wasn't any lights beside the ones in the room he had kept me in so it was quite dark down the long staircase. When we got to the door at the bottom of the stairs, he pulled out a key and unlocked it, opening it to reveal a hallway with many doors. Not a creepy, scary hallway like I had been expecting, but nice formal decor, bright and colorful paintings on the walls of many things like flowers, farms, and people. Nothing scary yet. As we walked down the hall, Eric spoke up, "I guess I should give you a tour, huh?" He asked with a smile. He started telling me what each room was and showing me the inside, everything was completely normal. Guest rooms, laundry room, bathroom. Every day stuff. The colors of the house were way too contradicting to the way I was feeling. The sun shone through the windows, reminding me that there is an actual world out there. Then it struck me. How long had I been here? I haven't seen a single clock. I looked around for a clock desperately, but found none in sight. I could get out of here. I could try to get out of the windows. But I knew I wouldn't succeed. Eric was stuck to me like glue. He could overpower me at any second. I'm like a tiny bug compared to him. As if he knew that I was thinking of ways to escape, he stopped and turned to me, grabbing my shoulders lightly. "You will never be able to get out of here. Were out in the country, the nearest neighbor is 5 miles away, so even if you scream as loud as you can, no one can hear you. And I know these lands like the back of my hand so if you ever manage to get out of this house I will be able to find you in less than 20 minutes. And I doubt you can run 5 miles in 20 minutes. And besides, no one ever drives down this road to get anywhere near here anyways. So you just have to be happy here. With me." Eric said, leaning down and kissing my forehead lightly. I wasn't going to resist him, not now at least. I was smarter than that. Out in the country, alone, with nobody else other than Eric in sight. How long will I be able to handle it until I escape? "Now, shall we eat breakfast?" He asked happily grabbing my hand and pulling me into a nice kitchen. This kitchen literally looked like it came straight out of a Pioneer Woman magazine. At this point I was kind of confused if a woman lived here with him or not because this house was huge. Did he really live alone in this place? "Do... do you live here alone?" I managed to ask. "No, I live with you now, why? You like it?" Eric asked, a smile spreading quickly across his face. "I mean, it's gorgeous..." I said looking around. "I hoped you'd think so. I bought this place not too long ago and thought it would be nice for the two of us to live here together, alone isolated in the country. All by ourselves, pretty romantic, huh?" he asked, putting an arm around me. I wasn't going to say no, I mean dear lord, we were in the kitchen, he could just grab a knife and stab me, "Yeah, its really nice. I just wish I could stay out here, and not up in the attic..." I said. "Me too, but you can't. I don't trust you yet. Nor do you trust me." Eric said with a pity of a smile. "But maybe sometime soon, but I mean, you're fine up in the attic, i'm with you so what more do you need?" He asked. I smiled, "Nothing." I said. I would play his game, for now at least. I would make him think I had fallen head over heels for him. I would do whatever he asked whenever he asked and say my "I love you too's" . That would be the only way to escape. I was sure of it. If he thought I was madly in love with him, maybe I could be out here more often, may I could be out here at night, when he was asleep. I saw his eyes light up when I said that and he grabbed my hand happily, "Now, what shall we eat for breakfast?" He asked. "Anything you would like." I said putting on my best smile as he pulled out a char for me. But the whole morning the only thing I was thinking was,

What is going on inside his head?  

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