There Where Is Love Find Us
In a house that people envy its residents, the facts were not true .The silence of the house was a heavy blanket, suffocating eighteen -year-old felix more than any scream ever could. It was a silence woven from his father's indifference, a chilling quiet that followed him from room to room. His father, a man whose booming laugh once filled their old home, now moved through their new one like a ghost, his eyes passing over Felix as if he were thin air.
But if his father was a phantom, his stepmother, Briteney , was a chillingly solid presence. Her cruelty was a slow, steady poison, seeping into every corner of FELIX's life. A forgotten chore meant a meal withheld. A stray mark on the floor, an extra hour of scrubbing. Her voice, sweet as honey when his father was near, would turn sharp as shards of ice the moment he left the room. "Useless " she'd hiss, her smile never quite reaching her eyes.
And then there was Lyra, his stepsister. Lyra was a storm in human form, a whirlwind of malice and entitlement. She reveled in his misery, her eyes sparkling with malicious glee as she invented new torments. . His meager possessions would disappear, only to reappear, broken and defiled, tucked back into his drawer. Lyra's cruelty wasn't subtle; it was a brazen, theatrical performance, designed to inflict maximum pain and ensure Felix knew his place: beneath her heel.
Every day was a desperate dance, a struggle for survival in a home that offered no comfort, only coldness and contempt. Felix learned to make himself small, to disappear into the shadows, hoping to escape the notice that always seemed to bring him pain. But even in the deepest corners of the house, Briteneys watchful eyes, and Lyra's cruel laughter, always seemed to find him.
The school, once a sanctuary in Felix'ss imagination, quickly became a different kind of hell. The pristine hallways and bright classrooms, so stark a contrast to the shadows of his home, offered no escape. Instead, they introduced a new set of tormentors, and a new layer of isolation.
It started subtly, with the whispers in the corridors whenever he passed. Then came the "accidental" shoves, the tripping feet, the textbooks "mysteriously" vanishing from his locker. The ringleader was Kevin, a hulking boy with a sneer permanently etched on his face and a gang of sycophants trailing behind him. Kevin seemed to sniff out vulnerability like a bloodhound, and Elias, with his quiet demeanor and haunted eyes, was an easy target.
The lunchroom was a gauntlet. Felix would try to disappear into the bustling crowd, clutching his meager packed lunch, but Kevin always found him. Sometimes it was a tray “accidentally” tipping over, drenching him in lukewarm soup. Other times, it was his lunch money disappearing from his pocket, or worse, being forced to hand it over under the threat of a beating. He learned to eat quickly, hunched over his food, ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble.
The taunts followed him into classrooms, hushed but sharp. "Freak," "loser," "orphan"—words that sliced deeper than any physical blow. Teachers, seemingly oblivious or simply choosing to ignore the subtle torment, rarely intervened. Felix tried to tell one, a kind-faced English teacher, about his missing books. She offered a sympathetic sigh and a suggestion to "be more careful," her words doing little to stem the rising tide of fear.
The worst, though, was after school. Kevin and his crew would often lie in wait by the back gate, blocking Felix’s path home. There, in the relative privacy of the deserted street, the abuse escalated. Shoves turned to shoves against lockers, then to punches in the gut when no one was looking. Felix learned to brace himself, to absorb the blows, his mind drifting away from the pain to some distant, imagined freedom. He never fought back. What was the point? It would only make it worse.
Every bruise, every stolen meal, every whispered insult chipped away at him. At home, he was a shadow. At school, he was a punching bag. The lines between the two began to blur, and Felix wondered if there was any place in the world where he truly belonged, any corner where he could just be. The burden of his secret, the dual lives he led, grew heavier with each passing day, pressing down on his young shoulders until he felt he might crack. He was alone, utterly and completely, in a world that seemed determined to break him.
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