MidReal Story

The Darker Side of Love

Anonymous

7d ago
Scenario:I was just a little boy living a normal life in a small village. My adoptive mother who cared for me was a very kind and loving person. My adoptive dad who was a tall strong man who worked at a special force in the military was a nice and funny guy. He had two brothers. Vladislav was the oldest from them who my adoptive dad was always looking up. Then he had a younger brother named Dimitri who he was never proud and close to always going out of the way. But despite all this it all came down as my adoptive mother unexpectedly passed away leaving my adoptive dad and I alone. I thought that my adoptive dad would be there for me but he was more away on assignments in different countries that would last long almost a year only to return home and be more even more interested in his career at the military than me. All the time I felt lost and alone and I began to have depression that would then went to an addiction of drugs that would make me to a ticking time bomb. My adoptive dad and I began to argue even about small things. And then I vanished from home went to a different country getting deeper into addiction living on the streets. One day I met Dutch and Hosea and I went with them to their home but I didn’t tell them about my depression and my addiction to drugs. There I met Arthur a 14 year old boy, Susan the fiancé from Dutch and Bessie the fiancé from Hosea. One day as we were in the town buying some stuff I saw Dimitri who looked at me with a grin on his face but I ignored him going away. One evening I was sitting in my room looking out of the window where the moon began to rise as I was questioning myself. Why did Dimitri find me and why did he knew where I was. After some time thinking a name came into my head. The name was Vladislav. Vladislav was like a father person for me. He was always there for me. And the next day I went to Vladislav and as I knocked on the door I remembered the time when I was searching for help. After a while Vladislav opened the door and asked me where I was and I asked him if I can come in and Vladislav nodded and we went into the living room and we settled down on the couch and he asked me why I am here and I said that I have questions and I know that he can give me the answers. Vladislav leaned forward and asked me what questions I have and I asked why Dimitri found me. After that Vladislav leaned back in the couch with fear and concern on his face. He said that this is not good and that I should be careful. After that Vladislav excused himself and went into the kitchen. I leaned back on the couch remembering the memories. Then Vladislav asked me if I could come to the kitchen and then I stood up but suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and a familiar voice whispering in my ear if I missed him. I slowly turned around only to see Dimitri standing there with a grin on his face. I asked Vladislav for help but he just stood in the door and said that this is nothing personal then he turned to Dimitri and said that I (László) am all his before shutting the door behind him leaving me and Dimitri alone. Then I felt my belt being unbuckled and my Jeans being unzipped before being slowly pulled down. Then I was pushed on the couch and then I heard Dimitri saying that he missed it before everything went black. After some time I woke up feeling like being rolled over before realizing what had happened and then I pulled my pants up and rushed out of the house. I ran home and then I locked the door behind me before leaning against it and going on my knees crying. The day after as I was sitting at the dining table with Dutch, Hosea, Arthur, Susan and Bessie eating breakfast and Arthur asked me what’s wrong but I told him that everything is fine. Then one day I went to a bar named Oasis who was well known by drug junkies. I settled down in a room I began to light up a cigarette I began to smoke. Then I noticed someone going inside the room. I looked up only to see Dimitri and his friends standing there with baseball bats and crowbars in their hands. I asked what’s going on and Dimitri said that I should have gone somewhere else as his friends began to hit me over and over again. And after some time they stopped leaving me laying on the ground having strong pain with a bloody face. Dimitri went to me starting to hit me as well and then after some minutes he stopped and then he began to unbuckle my belt and to unzip my jeans and then I was like numb hoping that it would be over soon. After he was finished he went with his friends out of the room me alone in the room and I was laying on the ground groaning in pain. Then after some minutes laying on the ground I decided to go home. At home I saw Arthur standing outside looking at me with worry on his face as I went inside and into my bedroom that I shared with Arthur. Then some weeks after that faithful day I somehow disappeared only to return after some days. Then Dutch and I began to have a little argue because he felt that I wasn’t so open and he also was mad at me because I vanished often. I wanted to tell him the truth but I didn’t know how he would react. But one day I was in my bed not feeling well. And then as I was about to fall asleep I heard a knock coming from the door. It was Arthur and he asked me what really happened because I was so quiet after I came back. I told him to lock the door behind. He did and then I stood up and told him about everything. I told him about my past, my depression, my addiction and also about Dimitri and for what he’s known to some people. After that Arthur asked if I was because of this gone for so long. I shook my head saying that this is not the actual reason. And then I began to open my shirt with shaky hands and after my shirt was opened I took it of revealing my from scars and wounds marked upper body. I looked at Arthur who was looking at me with worry in his eyes and then I told him with tears in my eyes that I was gone for so long because Dimitri found me and kidnapped only to torture me. Arthur asked if he should call for Hosea and I nodded. Arthur called for Hosea and after some time Hosea was in the room hearing about my past for the first time. Then Hosea told me that he got my back but he also said that Dutch had to hear about this too. I looked down knowing that this wouldn’t be easy because I know that Dutch for example doesn’t think that a man should be emotional like crying. I told this to Hosea and he said that this is just Dutch. Days turned into weeks as I gradually opened up to the group.Each conversation chipped away at the wall of isolation I had built around myself.But the fear of Dimitri still lingered, a dark shadow looming over my fragile recovery. One evening, while sitting around the campfire, Dutch looked at me with a serious expression.“László, we need to talk.” My heart raced.“About what?” “I know you’ve been distant,” he began, his voice steady.“And I want to understand why.” Taking a deep breath, I felt the weight of my secrets pressing down on me.“Dutch, I… I’ve been through a lot.I was kidnapped by someone I thought I had escaped.” Dutch’s brow furrowed, concern replacing his initial sternness.“Who?” “Dimitri,” I whispered, my voice trembling. Silence enveloped the group, and I could see the realization dawning on Dutch’s face.“What did he do to you?” he asked, his voice softer now. “He hurt me,” I admitted, tears spilling down my cheeks as I began to open my shirt revealing my wounds and scars.“He took everything from me.” Dutch’s expression shifted from anger to empathy.“You’re safe now, László.We’ll make sure he can’t hurt you again.” I thanked him and I looked at the others who nodded giving me a feeling of belonging. And then the night after I had a really bad nightmare. I woke up sweated and feared and then as I was about to calm down I had a panic attack. I looked around and saw Arthur laying in his bed looking at me with a questioning face. After some time he asked me what’s going on but I couldn’t tell him as I felt my panic attack getting stronger and I knew that I was about to pass out. But Arthur noticed that something’s wrong and so he rushed to me and he tried worthless to calm me down. Next he called for Dutch and Hosea who went into our room seeing me. They tried to calm me down and after what felt like minutes I was finally calm telling them what I dreamed about and they reassured me that I was safe now and then I closed my eyes falling asleep again. One afternoon, as we sat in the sun, Dutch turned to me.“László, I want to give you something,” he said, pulling out a small box. “What is it?” I asked, curiosity piquing. “Open it,” he encouraged, a smile on his face. I opened the box to find a small silver locket inside.“It’s a family heirloom,” Dutch explained.“I want you to have it.To remind you that you’re part of our family now.” Tears filled my eyes as I took the locket, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.“Thank you, Dutch.This means so much to me.”
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I was just a little boy living a normal life in a small village. My adoptive mother who cared for me was a very kind and loving person. My adoptive dad who was a tall strong man who worked at a special force in the military was a nice and funny guy. He had two brothers. Vladislav was the oldest from them who my adoptive dad was always looking up. Then he had a younger brother named Dimitri who he was never proud and close to always going out of the way. But despite all this it all came down as my adoptive mother unexpectedly passed away leaving my adoptive dad and I alone. I thought that my adoptive dad would be there for me but he was more away on assignments in different countries that would last long almost a year only to return home and be more even more interested in his career at the military than me. All the time I felt lost and alone and I began to have depression that would then went to an addiction of drugs that would make me to a ticking time bomb. My adoptive dad and I began to argue even about small things. And then I vanished from home went to a different country getting deeper into addiction living on the streets. One day I met Dutch and Hosea and I went with them to their home but I didn’t tell them about my depression and my addiction to drugs. There I met Arthur a 14 year old boy, Susan the fiancé from Dutch and Bessie the fiancé from Hosea. One day as we were in the town buying some stuff I saw Dimitri who looked at me with a grin on his face but I ignored him going away. One evening I was sitting in my room looking out of the window where the moon began to rise as I was questioning myself. Why did Dimitri find me and why did he knew where I was. After some time thinking a name came into my head. The name was Vladislav. Vladislav was like a father person for me. He was always there for me. And the next day I went to Vladislav and as I knocked on the door I remembered the time when I was searching for help. After a while Vladislav opened the door and asked me where I was and I asked him if I can come in and Vladislav nodded and we went into the living room and we settled down on the couch and he asked me why I am here and I said that I have questions and I know that he can give me the answers. Vladislav leaned forward and asked me what questions I have and I asked why Dimitri found me. After that Vladislav leaned back in the couch with fear and concern on his face. He said that this is not good and that I should be careful. After that Vladislav excused himself and went into the kitchen. I leaned back on the couch remembering the memories. Then Vladislav asked me if I could come to the kitchen and then I stood up but suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and a familiar voice whispering in my ear if I missed him. I slowly turned around only to see Dimitri standing there with a grin on his face. I asked Vladislav for help but he just stood in the door and said that this is nothing personal then he turned to Dimitri and said that I (László) am all his before shutting the door behind him leaving me and Dimitri alone. Then I felt my belt being unbuckled and my Jeans being unzipped before being slowly pulled down. Then I was pushed on the couch and then I heard Dimitri saying that he missed it before everything went black. After some time I woke up feeling like being rolled over before realizing what had happened and then I pulled my pants up and rushed out of the house. I ran home and then I locked the door behind me before leaning against it and going on my knees crying. The day after as I was sitting at the dining table with Dutch, Hosea, Arthur, Susan and Bessie eating breakfast and Arthur asked me what’s wrong but I told him that everything is fine. Then one day I went to a bar named Oasis who was well known by drug junkies. I settled down in a room I began to light up a cigarette I began to smoke. Then I noticed someone going inside the room. I looked up only to see Dimitri and his friends standing there with baseball bats and crowbars in their hands. I asked what’s going on and Dimitri said that I should have gone somewhere else as his friends began to hit me over and over again. And after some time they stopped leaving me laying on the ground having strong pain with a bloody face. Dimitri went to me starting to hit me as well and then after some minutes he stopped and then he began to unbuckle my belt and to unzip my jeans and then I was like numb hoping that it would be over soon. After he was finished he went with his friends out of the room me alone in the room and I was laying on the ground groaning in pain. Then after some minutes laying on the ground I decided to go home. At home I saw Arthur standing outside looking at me with worry on his face as I went inside and into my bedroom that I shared with Arthur. Then some weeks after that faithful day I somehow disappeared only to return after some days. Then Dutch and I began to have a little argue because he felt that I wasn’t so open and he also was mad at me because I vanished often. I wanted to tell him the truth but I didn’t know how he would react. But one day I was in my bed not feeling well. And then as I was about to fall asleep I heard a knock coming from the door. It was Arthur and he asked me what really happened because I was so quiet after I came back. I told him to lock the door behind. He did and then I stood up and told him about everything. I told him about my past, my depression, my addiction and also about Dimitri and for what he’s known to some people. After that Arthur asked if I was because of this gone for so long. I shook my head saying that this is not the actual reason. And then I began to open my shirt with shaky hands and after my shirt was opened I took it of revealing my from scars and wounds marked upper body. I looked at Arthur who was looking at me with worry in his eyes and then I told him with tears in my eyes that I was gone for so long because Dimitri found me and kidnapped only to torture me. Arthur asked if he should call for Hosea and I nodded. Arthur called for Hosea and after some time Hosea was in the room hearing about my past for the first time. Then Hosea told me that he got my back but he also said that Dutch had to hear about this too. I looked down knowing that this wouldn’t be easy because I know that Dutch for example doesn’t think that a man should be emotional like crying. I told this to Hosea and he said that this is just Dutch. Days turned into weeks as I gradually opened up to the group.Each conversation chipped away at the wall of isolation I had built around myself.But the fear of Dimitri still lingered, a dark shadow looming over my fragile recovery. One evening, while sitting around the campfire, Dutch looked at me with a serious expression.“László, we need to talk.” My heart raced.“About what?” “I know you’ve been distant,” he began, his voice steady.“And I want to understand why.” Taking a deep breath, I felt the weight of my secrets pressing down on me.“Dutch, I… I’ve been through a lot.I was kidnapped by someone I thought I had escaped.” Dutch’s brow furrowed, concern replacing his initial sternness.“Who?” “Dimitri,” I whispered, my voice trembling. Silence enveloped the group, and I could see the realization dawning on Dutch’s face.“What did he do to you?” he asked, his voice softer now. “He hurt me,” I admitted, tears spilling down my cheeks as I began to open my shirt revealing my wounds and scars.“He took everything from me.” Dutch’s expression shifted from anger to empathy.“You’re safe now, László.We’ll make sure he can’t hurt you again.” I thanked him and I looked at the others who nodded giving me a feeling of belonging. And then the night after I had a really bad nightmare. I woke up sweated and feared and then as I was about to calm down I had a panic attack. I looked around and saw Arthur laying in his bed looking at me with a questioning face. After some time he asked me what’s going on but I couldn’t tell him as I felt my panic attack getting stronger and I knew that I was about to pass out. But Arthur noticed that something’s wrong and so he rushed to me and he tried worthless to calm me down. Next he called for Dutch and Hosea who went into our room seeing me. They tried to calm me down and after what felt like minutes I was finally calm telling them what I dreamed about and they reassured me that I was safe now and then I closed my eyes falling asleep again. One afternoon, as we sat in the sun, Dutch turned to me.“László, I want to give you something,” he said, pulling out a small box. “What is it?” I asked, curiosity piquing. “Open it,” he encouraged, a smile on his face. I opened the box to find a small silver locket inside.“It’s a family heirloom,” Dutch explained.“I want you to have it.To remind you that you’re part of our family now.” Tears filled my eyes as I took the locket, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.“Thank you, Dutch.This means so much to me.”
I was just a little boy.
My adoptive mother was a very kind and loving woman.
She took care of me as if I were her own.
My adoptive father was a tall, strong man who served in a special force in the military.
He was a pleasant and humorous fellow.
He had two brothers: Vladislav, the eldest, whom he looked up to, and Dimitri, the youngest, whom he was never proud of or close to; he always went out of his way to avoid him.
My adoptive mother passed away when I was still young, and I thought my adoptive father would be there for me.
But after her death, he spent more time on assignments in distant lands—sometimes for nearly a year—and when he came home, he was increasingly preoccupied with his military career rather than with me.
I felt alone and abandoned.
I began to sink into depression and eventually turned to drugs.
The drugs became my escape from reality.
Years passed, and I became addicted.
I ran away from home and went to another country.
I sank deeper into my addiction and ended up on the streets.
The Darker Side of Love