SPAM.ANON.LOVE.HATE.WHATTHEFUCKEVER.
drugs are just bad, mmkay?
Nov. 18th, 2009
drugs are just bad, mmkay?
Nov. 17th, 2009
This is no fairy tale...
Addison Tate was born into a very small circle of New York's elite, to one of the wealthiest couples in the country. They were both from old money, and Addison's father was the state's top lawyer and, by the time his son was crawling, a congressman. The middle-aged couple had been trying to have children for years, but most of their pregnancies resulted in miscaraiges... that is, until 46-year-old Fiona finally gave birth the the healthy Addison. From day one, he was their little trophy child, and they took him absolutely everywhere. All he ever knew was being the center of attention.
Addison was eight years old when his mother and father started sleeping in separate bedrooms. They'd been having problems for a couple of years, but his father didn't want to get a divorce due to an upcoming campaign. It was only a few months before Addison's father was curling up in bed with his young son, holding him close and whispering 'I love you's in his little ears. He started taking Addi out for ice cream, and to the park, spending much more time with him than he ever had. Addison was thrilled to have a better relationship with his father, so he was willing to play the 'husband and wife' game because his father liked it, even if little Addi thought it was weird. His father would put make up on him and put him in little dresses, and while he had always been told that boys didn't wear girls' clothes, he supposed it was alright if they were playing a game. This game progressed as the months went on, and eventually they were doing things that Addison didn't think were fun at all, but he didn't tell a soul, because he didn't want his father to be sad and stop taking him for ice cream.
This went on for a few more years, and by the time he was 12, Addison knew exactly what the 'husband and wife' game was. He had become a shy and reserved child, nothing like the attention-starved little boy he had been when he was younger. He became depressed and angry, and finally, his mother asked what was wrong. He spilled the story immediately, telling her all about the sick little game his father had made him play, and while she didn't want to believe him, Fiona knew it was true. Within a few months, Addison's father was in jail, and he had a large amount of money in the bank. He was put in therapy, and his mother honestly didn't think he would make it through his teenage years. He got into heavy drugs and partying, and was a bit promiscuous with both males and females, but eventually, at seventeen, he slowed down. He was about as normal as a boy with his past could be, and he even got accepted into college. He really wanted to be a famous musician, but realising that wasn't a realistic career choice, he majored in psychology. He got an apartment in Tarrytown, just down the road from his mother and the house he was raised in, and thrived in school. He volunteered at a support group for victims of sexual abuse as a mediator, and while he wouldn't admit it, the group helped him a lot.
He didn't really bother to keep up with the thriving social life he'd had in high school, finding it wasn't worth the effort when he had so many more important things to use his energy on, but he did have a few friends he liked to keep close. He played music at a few random parties, and was always proud of himself that he managed to stay out of trouble. He was finally getting to a point where he didn't think about his father all the time; actually, he had gone a full month without thinking about it. From now on, things could only get better.
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