“what a loathsome being you are.”

“you deserve to be treated with nothing but hatred.”

“that is your nature, after all. that is your origin. therefore, you must only ever be treated with utter loathing & despisement… not my fault, is it? it’s yours for being this way in the first place.”

what telamon said to 1x4 on a daily basis was nothing short of despicable. however, no robloxian other than 1x4 & telamon himself knew of their rather.. unique share of words, so no robloxian could condemn telamon nor scold him for treating a child in such a despicable manner. 1x4 was young. naïve. he was just passing 17, almost 18, & was already buried in depression miles-deep due to the treatment he received from his father, his father being telamon. telamon, on a daily basis, spoke to 1x4 in such a nasty way it was a miracle how 1x4 still occasionally brought himself to smile nowadays in the presence of brighteyes, with the woman being telamon’s good friend whom was unaware of 1x4’s abuse.

brighteyes just thought that 1x4 was going through the average teenager stuff. she believed that it wasn’t anything too serious, that it was just a phase that every teenager 1x4’s age went through where they all got depressed & seemed scared of their parents. brighteyes had never given it much more of a thought than that.

“he loves you, 1x4. remember that,” was her excuse every. single. time.

john was officially an adult now! he was 18, having just had his birthday party celebrating his milestone, & now it was the day after his 18th birthday. he was coming back home from his first job interview, & he had a bright & giddy smile all over his face. he’d done pretty good in the interview, so he thought, & he was pretty pumped up with the idea of getting his first job whilst his friends still lived off of the allowances their parents gave them every week. john had been happily skipping down the pavement on the way to his home, up until he saw a grey figure slumped over on their side in the crevice of a narrow alleyway, directly at the foot of a dumpster—lying in a small puddle of rainwater where it had rained that previous night. john instantly stopped, & after registering the figure as an actual human being, he immediately rushed over to their side, dropping down onto his knees as he turned the figure onto their back. it was 1x4, wings on the side of his head & all. except, 1x4 was unconscious, & had a large red mark right in the centre of his forehead. john’s brow furrowed in both confusion & worry. he knew 1x4 from school, & 1x4 had never been the most sociable kid, so he didn’t have a clue about 1x4’s home life. but now he had a pretty solid guess as to why 1x4 never dared to speak about his father, even if it was common knowledge at their high school that 1x4 was the so-called son of telamon. john scooped up the unconscious winged teen in his arms & immediately began to set off for home again, only this time with a bit more power in his steps in his strive to get home faster.

click.

the sound of a door being opened softly echoed through john’s room, as he entered the room through the doorway with a tray with some stuff on it balanced on one of his hands. his worried gaze drifted over to his bed, where he had put 1x4 to rest after bringing the unconscious teen home. thankfully, his parents weren’t home, so he was safe to keep 1x4 here for now.

“… 1x? are you awake yet?”