Destined

Chapter Seven

Hey. Thanks for reading this. This next part will be told through Jaython's eyes. I hope you enjoy and I think that it might shed some light on the Kaida Jaython relationship. There also will be some implication of a non consensual sexual relationship between two males. If you do not like that, I'm sorry.

Jaython's POV

Jaython sat down on the bed in his room. It had been three days since he had put Kaida in the cell and he felt guilt gnawing at him like a hungry animal. His stomach churned and he had to resist the urge to get rid of the contents in his stomach once more. He had already emptied it leaving nothing but bile at least three times if not more.

He felt sick and disgusted. Self loathing seemed like it was becoming a good friend of his. What was wrong with him? Kaida was his best friend and he thought that maybe it had been more. But now, now it was gone. Kaida hated him and Jaython hated himself just as much if not more.

"I'm sorry, Kaida," he whispered into the darkness of his room. So many things were wrong with him. Where could he even start?

Sighing, he got up and got ready for the long night ahead of him. He hated this part most of all. It always made him feel sick and dirty inside, but it was the only alternative to death.

The door to his room flew open with a loud thud and standing in front of him was a man with dark red hair and beady black eyes. He smelled of alcohol and garbage and Jaython shuddered at the thought of what he had to do.

The man grunted at Jaython before shutting the door and locking it.

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Jaython stood up shakily the next morning and emptied his stomach of what little it had. If he kept it up, his teeth would rot out of his head.

Quickly, Jaython hurried to bathe and got rid of the lingering stench of the man before going for a walk.

It was a nice day out with few clouds. It seemed to be mocking him and taunting him. He hated it. He hated everything. He hated Fallon, he hated the men he had to please, he hated himself and he hated Kaida.

No. He didn't hate Kaida. He loved her. He loved her more than anything else in the world. She was the light to his life, the only thing that made his life worth living.

"Then why did you put her in the cell?" He asked himself bitterly. He thought about sneaking down and letting her out. But it would be too late. Kaida would be gone and it was all his fault.

He screamed in frustration and punched a nearby tree as hard as he could, breaking the bark and making a sizable dent in the tree itself.

He fell to the ground, sobbing into his hands. What had he done? He was so stupid. No wonder Kaida hated him. His best friend, the girl he was in love with, hated him. He sobbed harder, his body shaking.

For a moment he thought he heard Kaida's voice next to him, asking him if he was okay, but he was only imagining it.

He smiled weakly, thinking of how he and Kaida had first met. SHe had been so small and so gentle...

Twelve years ago....

"Why are you crying?" Jaython heard a little voice ask him. He had been six at the time and he was full of burning anger.

"Why do you care?" He had snapped angrily, turning to face the voice.

Standing before him was the prettiest little girl he had ever seen. Her big blue eyes looked at him as she smiled and her raven colored hair shimmered in the sunlight that pierced through the trees of the dark forest.