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I stand in front of my house silently contemplating my life; I just got back from the mall, I had to do some last minute school shopping. I will be a senior this year, so using the money I saved up I wanted to buy more clothes since most of them were old and out of date. So I splurged a bit. I was really happy for in nine more months I will be finally able to leave this place. It's not like anyone wants me here anyway. I sigh as I stare at my house. It is a semi small French colonial with a balcony that have a breathtaking view to the garden outside. My father had it built for my mother. I can't even express how utterly gorgeous it is.

But as they say never trust a book by its cover, you might not like what you read. You see my family live in Crescent Hills, one of the three gated communities in town. Anybody who is anyone wants to live in crescent hills from self made billionaires to politicians. My father worked really hard to get us here, all his life he been poor. So he lied, cheated and blackmailed to get his way to the top but even so we are still on the fringes of what these people consider wealthy. My father is an ass kisser he worked so hard to get to where he is and doesn't want any blemishes to his name, and the only blemish he see's is me. You must understand we were supposed to be this picturesque family of five with the stereotyped roles he tailored for us. His sons would be these perfect athletics and his daughter as the perfect princess. He was trying to get up in the world and even if he had to use us as his ladder it didn't matter.

My earliest memory was of my mother, I was cuddling against her inhaling her flowery scent. She was so loving and giving but she was also very sickly. She had to have a stay at home nurse who was named Nicole. I was too small to notice it but the sicker my mother got the more distant my father became. Sometimes I would walk past my father office and see him and Nicole hugging. But I was too young; my mind couldn't connect the fact that what he was doing was wrong. Who knew that a short time later Nicole would become my stepmother.

You know that saying each parent has their favorite well my mother treated me and my brother the same and I loved her for that. Our father on the other hand even before he found out knew exactly who his favorite was. I was six when my mother died and a month later my father moved in Nicole and her four year old daughter that looked just like him.

I closed up after that, hiding myself from the world behind fake glasses, messy hair and grungy clothes. I decided the world within books were better than the one I'm living now. My father sent me to all sorts of therapists to break me out my shell as he called it, what he really meant was that he wanted me to be exactly like my older brother. He gave up after two years after seeing no effect deciding it was just a waste of money. He still considered me a son than. Things changed on my thirteenth year that when I became just a mere servant.

I remember it like yesterday, I was really stupid and curious and you know what they say about curiosity. I thought nobody would be home. We had sex ed recently about masturbation and what boys and girls do together but I was worried because girls didn't make me feel that special type of way as described to me by my peers and to be honest I was more turned on by the boys in there gym clothes than anything. So making sure my room door was closed I turned on my laptop and searched 'boys kissing' on OOgled there was hundreds of pictures and gifs and as I looked at each one I got turned on. I started to touch myself through my pants. I don't know how long I was doing it for but all of a sudden I heard a gasp, I turned around only to see my father was right behind me. He had such a look of disgust on his face I didn't know what he would do.

It wasn't until the next day that things came to a head. It started with a bleak morning, grey clouds and rain. I guess the sky gods felt my mood. I went through the motions of school and afterwards I wandered around the park not caring if I got soaked. I didn't want to go home; I knew something bad would happen. It felt like forever but I finally got the guts to go home only to open the door and see my stepmother on the couch waiting for me. She told me to hurry up and dry off and then meet my father in his study. I hurried and got changed approximately ten minutes later I was in front of my father's study.

With a deep breath I knocked. "Come in" he replied.

Opening the door I see my father seated behind his desk I walk forward towards him. He stares at me with a completely blank face as if I'm not worth more than the dirt beneath his feet than he begins to talk.

"So from yesterday incident it seems your one of those sorts of people... those faggots." He says calmly as if he's talking about the weather. "You always were a blight against me and this family and now this. At first I thought about sending you to one of those camps but I think it would be a waste of time like the therapists."

The words faggot and blight against this family kept repeating over and over in my head. I didn't want to listen to anymore but I knew I had too.

"So boy listen up and listen good you no longer a member of this family I will feed, clothe and school you but once your 18 you're dead to me. As of now you're one of the servant children we took in out of the kindness of our heart. I have done the all the paperwork, I gave you your mother's last name so be grateful." He stares at me for a bit before continuing. "You may keep your room since it's out of the way and the smallest. Also the servant's will no longer answer to you, so do not bother them. Now go I can't stand to be near you."

He dismissed me as I was nothing, because to him I was nothing. I went to my room with a heavy heart; all I wanted to do was cry. As I was walking there I saw my brother coming he collided into me knocking me hard against the wall. As I looked at him all he said was "Next time stay out of my way fag.", and kept walking. I was dumbstruck for all of a minute until I realized I should have known. He was always a daddy's boy.

Letting out a deep breath, l came away from those thoughts it did no good dwelling on the past; when the future is almost a breath away. Freedom it was so close I could taste it. I just need to keep telling myself in 3 more months and I be 18 an away from this hell and all of its inhabitants. I already had it worked out; I would stay with a friend until I go to college. My friend parents knew how my family treated me but didn't have enough clout to take me away from them. Plus I knew if they tried my family would destroy them financially, my father has a lot of shady business friends. Gathering all my bags, I straighten myself up. I don't know why I keep dwelling on the past, in 3 months it will mean nothing to me or at least I would like to think that way.

I walk inside the house knowing it would be empty besides the servants; they smile at me as I walk past them to my room. Nothing my family could do would make them turn against me much to their utter disappointment. They still treated me as an unofficial young master of the house and I will always love them for that, but it was Maria who always looked out for me. She was and older maid in her mid fifties, her hair just started to turn grey. She has such a vivacious personality, which my mother enjoyed when she was still alive. They were really close; more than friends like family. I would even dare say Maria was like a second mom to my mother. Maria took it hard when my mom pass but not as hard when she found out what my father did to me her sweet little boy as she loves to call me.

I still remember the night following the incident she stormed into my room in righteous fury. I thought she was mad at me but she just held me tightly. When she let got she said something that I will hold dear to my heart always. "I don't care if your straight, gay, blue, pink or alien you will always be my sweet little boy do you understand me." I could only nod as tears welled up in my eyes. "I will always love you" she said with a soft smile before giving me a kiss on my brow.

A knock on the door brought me back to the present; Maria came in with a flustered expression on her face. "What's wrong?" I asked concerned. 
"It's your father he's having the Prescott's over for dinner tonight, so we going to need you to pretend tonight sweetie." She said sadly.
With a small smile I say, "It's ok Maria, I'm use to it. Just give me ten minutes and I will be ready."
"Ok sweetheart." She said giving me a pet on the head leaving me to my own devices.
I fall onto my bed letting out a sigh. 'The Prescott's huh, how interesting' I think to myself before I turn my head to the dresser beside my bed. It had a picture of my mother when she was still healthy, sitting in a field of flowers. With a baby version of me sitting in her lap; while she smiles sweetly down upon me. "So what do you think mom." I whisper to the picture. "I wonder will tonight be entertaining as always when father tries to suck up?" I smile softly to myself as I get up and start putting my clothes away.

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I enter the kitchen in my servant's uniform; I could see Maria was there patiently waiting for me as well as the other two kitchen staff. You see if one good thing came from all of this it would be that I found a passion for cooking, to the point where my dream is to be a world class chef. I will show my family I don't need them. I even got into the best cooking school in the USA on a scholarship, so I must have some potential.
 

"Alright Maria I'm here you can go help the others, I got this." I say with a smirk. She laughs and walks away. I turn to Noel and Josie the two kitchen staff. Noel was a short but feisty Ecuadorian who always said what was on her mind. She was around my age working her way through college. Josie on the other hand was single mother of two with a dead beat boyfriend who ran out on her. She still had hope that he come back to her one day.

I smile at them saying, "Let's do this!" Looking in the fridge and cabinets, I started listing off all of the things we would need but before I was done I was abruptly cut off by Noel. "Wait wait who are we cooking for Drew?" she asks confused. She knew that Maria only makes me help out only if it's someone big is coming over.

When I replied that it was the Prescott's she was shocked she looked like she would faint even Josie dropped some of the food items she had been gathering I just stared bemusedly at both of them. "How the hell did your father manage to get them over here for dinner," she asks me awestruck.

The reason why they were both so stunned by this was because the Prescott's are like royalty. They are the richest most influential family in the USA; I would even dare say the world. Although unlike the other influential people who associate themselves with them they don't try to flaunt their wealth, they are generally well liked by all. Some say if one of them were to run for president they would win by a landslide.

Laughing slightly I reply, "I have no freaking clue, but I know one thing for sure we can't mess up tonight." I sent Noel out for all the things we didn't already have in the house, while me and Josie began getting the ingredients prepared. I decided to go all out on this meal with the recipes I created myself, Blue Cheese Crostini with Balsamic-Roasted Grapes for the appetizer, for the entrée Chicken Scaloppine With Spinach and Linguine served with white wine and lastly for dessert a Raspberry Panna Cotta. I will make the Prescott's taste buds melt in pleasure than my family will learn that the word worthless doesn't pertain to me.

My father it seems would be bringing them here at 8 pm leaving me 3 hours to get everything ready. I wonder if he remembered to call the rest of his little perfect family so they know to be here. A huge part of me hoped that he didn't. It was exactly two hours later that my stepmother and two siblings walked through the door, numerous bags in their hands. I sigh as my hopes were dashed again all well. As soon as they were inside the house they dashed to their rooms, not to be seen for 45 minutes.

My stepmother was the first to come out, throwing out pointless orders to the staff which was ignored when she was out of view. Everyone despises her, it was like she was an evil Barbie doll come to life. She comes to the kitchen last walking around pretending to make sure that the food is up to par as if she would even know. She asks Josie and Noel what we are making, after they tell her she than warns them that if it tastes even remotely bad she would find a way to deport them not caring that they are United States citizens. As she begins to walk out of the kitchen she looks over to me disgust clearly written upon her face, looking me up and down she snorts as if I wasn't even wroth her attention before leaving the kitchen entirely. If I wasn't so much of the bigger person I would spit in her food.

Calming the girls down, since they always get a little rattled when the she bitch is near we continue cooking. I was so immersed with my cooking that I barely noticed hearing people walk through the door. I see my father first already babbling away trying to get on the Prescott's good side. Jared Prescott entered first with his tall and sturdy body. He had long blonde hair framing his handsome face an even though I hate beards he pulls it off so well.

He was followed by his wife Natalie; I have never seen such a beautiful woman besides my mother of course. She was really lithe with curly red hair and lovely hazel eyes; she had the clearest complexion I've seen on a woman or ever. No wonder people say she can become a model even at her age.

Then there was Nathan all I could think was damn. Nathan and I might go to the same school but we never shared any of the same classes or did any of the same activities, so this is my first time ever seeing him. I must say he is one gorgeous piece of man meat, with his toned body which I assumed came from all the sports he did and on top of that body was a head with strawberry blonde hair, hazel eyes; surrounded by a face that could be used in sculptors, but as I said before never judge a book by it cover no matter how appealing that cover might be.

The night started alright, well from my point of view. The kitchen was connected to living room and dining room so I would be able to see and hear everything that would go on tonight. So I watched in amusement as my father tried to suck up to Mr. Prescott. He looked like a dog trying to beg a treat out of his master. The she bitch aka my step mother was gushing to Mrs. Prescott how she redid the house recently. It took everything in me to not laugh out loud at the bored face that Mrs. Prescott was trying so hard to hide. My older brother was trying to engage Nathan in some sports talk, while my little sister just made goo goo eyes at him.

I decided that it was time to bring out the appetizers; my step mother stopped talking long enough to glare at me and gesture where I should put the tray. I quickly took my leave; I didn't want to be in there any longer than I had too. If anything would to happen I would be the one to blame.

Just as I made it into the kitchen I heard Mrs. Prescott exclaim how delicious the appetizers were an how she never tasted anything like it. I heard her asked my father to bring out the chef so she could compliment them. I smiled to myself for a job well done as I watched the rest of the Prescott family nod in agreement.

"Chef?" I hear my brother say while snorting. "The person who made that was just my no good little brother.

The Prescott's looked confused. It was Mr. Prescott who asked. "There's another son in this family?"

I could see my father start to sweat; he started motioning my brother to shut up. I guess my step mother didn't sense the situation because she just continued where my brother left off.

"Yes, you see Michael's previous wife had an affair, so he's not really his son but out of the goodness of his heart he let him stay here even though he's a dirty little fag. So we make him cook and clean it's the least he could do." She said smugly as if she was doing some great service to me.

I must say I didn't know how stupid my stepmother was until now. Even if she didn't hint at abusing a minor by making them a servant but she was deliberately showing the Prescott's how much of a homophobe she is. Everyone knows the Prescott's are activists in gay rights, that one of Mrs. Prescott's sisters was a lesbian. My father looked like he was about to faint. There was complete silence for about 10 seconds before Mr. Prescott asked her in a hard tone. "What did you say?"

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"I'm so sorry Mr. Prescott about my wife." My father said scrambling to save the evening. "Don't listen to anything she says, she a little homophobic, I have put her in therapy to see where it stems from. Juliet will you please take your mother to her room, I have told her not to talk that way around polite company." He said to my sister, glaring at my stepmother as if daring her to do something.

I must point out that my father was not an abusive man, well not physically at least. Not even to me, once I think he came close but stopped saying how he didn't want to dirty his hands on me. For some reason I think that hurt worst than any beating he could have gave me.

The Prescott's decided to stay but the mood was a lot more tense than it was earlier, father was still apologizing every so often for my stepmother. He kept telling them how he treated me the same as the rest of my siblings and it was I who wanted to do things and help out. I so wanted to call him on his bull shit so bad.

When my sister came back, my father commented that it was time to depart to the dining room signifying me that they were ready for the main course. Snapping my fingers at Noel and Josie we gathered up the food on trays and brought it out to them. I smiled politely at everyone with my gaze lingering on Nathan a little more than necessary, because I can see that he is smiling back at me. After everything is set down perfectly the girls and I decided to excuse are selves, but before we could Mr. Prescott looked over at my father and asked, "Aren't you going to introduce me to your children's brother Michael?" Noel and Josie quickly went back to the kitchen since they knew they weren't needed in this discussion and all I could think as I watch them go was, 'Those lucky bitches.'

"Why of course Mr. Prescott, Drew come over here." My father replied, this the first time I heard my name from his lips in years I'm quite surprised he even remembered it. I walked over to where he was, while forcing a smile upon my face. "Drew this is Mr. Prescott, a potential business associate, Mr. Prescott this is Drew he was the one who prepared tonight's meal."

Putting his hand out for me to shake, Mr. Prescott said while smiling, "It's very nice to meet you Drew. I had enjoyed all your food thus far." Before I could even say anything Mrs. Prescott chimed in. "I agree Drew everything has just been simply delish, come join us I want to discuss your recipes."

I sneak a glance at my father to see him giving me a dark look, so I hurry and make up an excuse. I give Mrs. Prescott a sweet smile while saying, "Thank you for the kind offer, but I have to finish cooking dessert plus I promised a friend that I would meet up with them after I was done." It was all lies of course since I finished dessert ages ago and my only friend was at camp until school, but it's not like she will know that.

"That's alright darling, maybe we can meet up one day and talk about it than. I'm sure Mr. Samson can give you our number." she said with a soft smile and gave me a look that I couldn't quite decipher.

"Of course I will!" my father says while patting me on the back a tad too hard. I grit my teeth at the action and with a quick goodbye I made a hasty exit. I head back to the kitchen asking if Josie and Noel to handle the rest. Which they quickly agreed too, because from the look on my face they knew it would be better if I disappear for the rest of the night.

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Almost an hour passed since I left the kitchen and went to my room, during that time I decided to watch a movie. It was some cheesy 80's horror flick that I found on Netflix but I really enjoyed them for some reason I can't quite understand. You see they are not too scary plus they are kind of funny in a way. I really liked the special effects they had back then, you never see that type of stuff now of days. I guess I was really engrossed with the movie because I didn't hear the door opening.

There was a two sharp knocks at my door. I jumped at the sound, putting my hand to my chest I could feel my heart beating fast. I guess the movie was frightening than I thought if the sound of knocking could startle me. I looked up to search for the source of my disturbance only to see Nathan Prescott looking at me from where he opened my door.

"Excuse me; I'm sorry for bothering you." Nathan said sheepishly. "But I heard noises from inside this room and thought someone would be able to help me. You see I was looking for the bathroom."

I hurriedly get up from where I was sitting and walk over to him. I open my door all the way and point out where the bathroom is located to him. "It's in that room over there to the left." I say just wanting him to leave, but it seems as if he has no intentions of doing so.

"Thank you for helping me." He says with a charming smile. "Although I can't help but to wonder why you still here, I thought you was going out with a friend."

I shrugged at him while replying, "She had to cancel, something came up, so I decided to hang in my room and watch movies instead."

"You could have just come back out and joined us for dinner instead, instead of staying in your room by yourself. My mom would love to quiz you on the food you made. She has been gushing about it for the last pass hour." Nathan said with a slight smile.

"Maybe I wasn't hungry." I say a little defensively. Sure his mom is nice and I wouldn't mind staring at Nathan all through the night, but I rather not have to deal with my father tomorrow. I'm almost free from this place; I don't want my father doing anything to mess with that just out of spite.

Nathan was about to say something else but before he could we heard my brother voice coming from down the hall asking Nathan did he find the toilet. I guess he didn't see me yet, which I was grateful for because he would run back to daddy saying I was talking to his client son, he such a kiss ass. I could see Nathan turning towards him saying "Yes I was about to head..." That was all I could catch since I slowly eased my door closed and headed back to my movie. I could help but to be slightly disappointed that my brother had came it's not every day you can talk to a rich, handsome guy who's in the same grade as you.

I flumped down on my bed turning myself over I grabbed my mother's picture from my dresser. While looking at it I said with a soft smile, "Mom I know I said I wanted today to be entertaining, but not like this." With a huff, I decided to watch a little more television before I went to bed.     

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