"Shh, son, everything is going to be okay. Let it all out. "

Let it all out.

The same thing Chloe has said to me today. I wish I could let out all those years of abuse. Just when we thought that it had stopped, Chris and I were put here, in the family, which man is a drug dealer and treat his workers with no mercy. And it is not that hard for me, as it is for Chris. It is so triggering to him because of that day when he was so close to death due to father's punches. Punches of death. But I always think about how I can survive the spanking and I shut my eyes and squeeze my teeth, trying my best to get through it. And I even think that I got used to it, when in fact I still have not. It is just what I wanted to tell my mind and what I do say whenever I suffer from fists that hurt my body or a belt punching my back.

But my body cannot endure it anymore, cannot suffer from that much physical pain. That is the reason why I am crying so much today. Because I am so scared that I would have to go back to everyday punches and shutting my mouth, trying so hard not to cry nor whimper.

And not until now have I realized that I was on edge of controlling my body from shutting down and my mouth from screaming as loudest as they can. I have been so quiet all these years, not even whimpering, suffering with the closed mouth and eyes, as well, not shedding a tear. And it all has caused huge damage to my brain as well as it has caused to my body. But my body can heal and it will if it does not receive any more punches.

After years and years of violence, the physical pain that I have been feeling whenever I was lying on the floor, naked or dressed, available for an abuser to dig his claws into my skin, that pain turned into a mental one. And I was not feeling pain when I would be punched, but my mind did, and it tried to be quiet, to take me somewhere where I was not being beaten but slowly it shut down until not even my head could suffer from the pain. And now my mind is telling me to cry, to try to let all the pain out, the pain that has been collecting for years, making a bigger layer that cannot be removed just like that as when you remove the dust with the wet rag. because the dust in my mind is in unreachable places, hidden somewhere where not even I can wipe it.

And I hate to admit that even I cannot suffer anymore and that I came to that point where I have to let myself fall on the ground, kneel and cry. I was always the stronger brother, the person who cared about others and I neglected my problems, my pain, my wounds in order to heal others, And now I realize that I did not respect myself nor one bit. And that is why I am crying now and getting myself to realize that even I have problems that have to b solved. I have to solve them myself because I do not have anyone else to help me with them.

If I do not solve them then I cannot continue helping others who need my help and there are so many people who need it. Need me. So, again I'm thinking about them instead of myself, but for them I need to collect myself, to pull myself up from the ground on which I'm sitting right now. The one with the lifeless and black nature.

But, I guess that I can afford to cry a little more in Klaus' bear-like grip, on his chest while inhaling something that smells like a scent of a father, making that horrible and disgusting small of garbage completely vanish. I inhale it, hoping that I will memorize it and save it for the times when I am alone.

"I am sorry, Klaus. I'm so sorry... I know how much it hurts... I know... I have been feeling that type of pain from a very young age", I mumble all incoherently, not realizing that I am telling him my life story.

"No, he didn't hurt me. I'm fine, I promise. But, Myles..." He pulls me away and I lift my head to look at him with my wet face, and eyes full of tears that are blurring my sight, and the image of the person who is comforting me.

"I'm so sorry, son. You shouldn't go through that. I'm going to beat that asshole! How dare he do that..."

"No! He is in prison!" I rush to say, not knowing what has gotten in me to defend a person who almost killed my brother.

"I was talking about Scott. I still can see those wounds he gave you when he beat you yesterday. It made me so angry. It makes me so angry." His fists clench and I move away. "No, don't, I won't hurt you." He pats my shoulder gently, massaging it.

"Do not hurt Scott, he is so strong and... and e-e-vil..."

"He has to pay for what he done to you. That is not how you treat child."

"No, please!", I beg him, pathetically. "I do not want you to suffer more than you gave already done all because of me.

"Myles", he lifts my chin and my eyes meet with him, "I told you that you are my son. And what else did I tell you, hm? Do you remember?" I nod, feeling more tears pricking my eyes and streaming down my already wet cheeks, as my chin shivers. "Say it."

"Fathers never leave their sons", we say together. He pulls my head and presses my forehead on his. "I don't know what your father did to you, and obviously he did, and I don't want to know because I know it will make me so angry, but I promise you that you will never feel it again. Not while I'm alive. Okay?" I nod, and more tears fall from my eyes. "I'm your dad, as much as I'm Jim's. Understand?" I nod one more time.

"You can call me like that if you want to and if you don't that's perfectly okay. But that doesn't make me less your dad. Fathers aren't the only people who made you born. They can be found in the person who aren't your real father because not every man deserves to be father and blessed with this beautiful son as you are." I sniffle, letting more tears fall, and my chin shivers as Klaus takes it between his fingers.

"I won't let you nor Stella to be hurt ever again."

"T-thank you", I sob.

"Don't thank me, son. I will do everything for you, as well as I will for Jim. To me you two are equal and I will make no difference between you two. Now let's see where that shit is and did he wake our princess."

I smile at his choice of words both for Jimmy and Stella. But for me as well. No one has ever called me son. My father has never called me son. I was either a bastard, motherfucker, or idiot. But son never. And for the first time in my life, I am someone's son finally and I cannot be happier.

"Let me see first the wounds." He gestures for me to turn around and when I open my mouth to protest he doesn't let me. Instead, he pulls my shirt and absorbs my bruised back.

"I will try to give you some cream. Oh, yeah, we won't be here from tomorrow."

"But where will you be?" I question, scared that he is leaving just when I found him. Just when I have become his son.

"We will be in our apartment where we was this whole time, so Scott and his gang don't assume nothing. We will come here time after time when we make sure that they don't follow us so we can provide you with some groceries or anything you need. You mentioned Stella has that friend?" I nod. "Was she here?"

"Yes", I begin to panic, "I'm sorry I won't, I didn't... but Stella, she..."

"It's okay, son. Scott isn't behind her back, but ours. So, see if she can help you a little when we are, um..."

"...absent."

"Yes, that shit!" He snaps his fingers. "My English will never improve."

"You are doing a great job, trust me", I assure him and he nods, rolling his eyes which makes me cackle.

When we get up we see Jimmy running towards us. But when he approaches us I see that his expression is a scared one. He is panting and trying so hard to breathe, leaning on his knees.

"I... Stella..."

"What's wrong, Jimmy? Is Stella alright?" I begin to panic.

"She...", he pants, "she is screaming..."

Before he can find the air to finish the sentence I run to the house, sprinting as fast as I can, already knowing what has happened, leaving Klaus and his son confused. A nightmare. She has been having a nightmare. The ones she told me about when she thought that I was unconscious. It is a good thing that I was not, otherwise, I do not think that she would have the strength to tell me the reason those bad dreams keep visiting her every time she drifts into sleep and closes her emerald eyes.