♡BROKEN♡

Ch.12

8 months

8 Fucking months...

Thats how long he has been trapped. His own self Breaking apart, His sanity gone. He learned many times that there is no escape, and learned that rebelling comes with a punishment. There was no point of Leaving, and there was no hope left for Allen

The Mexican showed Allen his true colors, which weren't pretty. He never knew someone could be that dark and fucking crazy. But why? Why was he like this?

Allen sat there, cold and silent. What caused the boy to be like this? His thoughts were interrupted when Carlos came into the basement to give Allen his meal. But Allen wanted to ask him the question so badly, but...would he get mad?

He then gained the strength to then ask him "Hey Carlos?"

"Que?" He asked, placing the food down

"What caused you to be like this? I mean-"

Intermediately the Boy grasped his arm for dear life, and taking in deep breaths. "Carlos, you okay?" Allen asked, concerned about the other

"Yeah, look allen, I rather not talk about it"

"But I want to know, What happened to you?"

"Why the hell do you care!? You never cared when we were fucking kids!" Carlos yelled, rage filling up his eyes

"Care about what!?" Allen yelled back 

"The Pain I went throu-" Immediately the Mexican shut up. "I've told you too much..". Allen then realized, his eyes widening,Carlos did have a lot of cuts and bruises when they were kids, but he never knew why. "Carlos..." With a sigh from the younger male, he began to talk

"I used to smile, I used to be happy, I used to be Normal. but it all ended so quick. I remember that day, When I was 5 years old,  I was home with my Family, we were Happy, eating dinner, laughing and sharing jokes. That was until they arrived. That day, What I watched, the horror, the trauma. I watched my sister's being separated from us, I watched my brothers being tortured, I watched my Mother be killed...Blood was everywhere, And there was nothing I could of done to stop it. I was tooken away to become a slave for a women who made my life a living hell. As I grew up, I knew what it felt like to have depression next to you constantly, What suicide meant, and How I craved it. I have multiple times tried to kill myself, but somehow, I survive. Being a slave was hard, If i didnt do the chores correctly, I'd be abused again, And the pain was hell. I had no point of living, That was until I met you...I was emotionless, but you caused something inside me that felt real and alive, I was always happy when I saw you,  But I couldnt somehow express that. I was a slave for about 9 years, But when I was 14, I decided I had enough, And I killed my master. I can still remember her screams to stop, The pure bliss of her blood pouring everywhere as a stabbed her with a kitchen knife. I got scared and ran away, It took me a year to get from California to New York, Once I got here I had to live on the streets since I had nobody...Allen, You have no idea what I had to do for money" He began to shake, reminding himself of the hell, with a raspy sigh, he continued

"During my teens, I had to be a street walker" He said, tears fulling up his eyes. Allen's eyes widen, The feeling of pity for Carlos

"I am disappointed in myself of what I had to do. I had to beg, please, and serve people. So many things that I cant erase from my head. But I was hungry, starving...and I really needed the money for food. But luckily Once I was old enough, I finally got a job. I was earning lots of money, I had my own house, I had food, and I had clothes.And as the years pasted by, I finally found you...I was so happy to see you once again, And I wanted to make you mine, But I felt Matt was in the way. Jealousy and Rage filled up my head, to the point I didnt know what I was doing. And that night, I killed him, In this very room. After he was gone, I tried to change you feelings for him, But when you left...I was pissed. I knew that I couldnt play by the rules anymore, I had to take things into my own hands"

The american Stayed silent, processing all of the trauma and Hell Carlos had get through. It was sad,'No wonder he cant show emotion'. All was heard was tears hitting the floor

"Allen I love you, But I dont think you understand how much. I will do ANYTHING to prove how much I love you. Because all I want, is your heart" He said with a smile

"I want to feel real, I want to feel alive, I want to feel loved.."

"But How can A monster like me, be loved.."