Loving in silence

In the stillness of the night, the demons couldn't keep quiet, especially in the Taison family home. The older boy had entered his room, slamming the door behind him. His reason had gone crazy, for a person you could hardly get out of his head, in those moments he felt capable of destroying anything and anyone in his path.

He was a rebel.

He liked to break the rules, not follow them.

He wanted a life where he would go beyond any limits that society imposed.

He was Moon Taison.

At the age of 18, he never expected his family to dictate what he should do. He knew how important the Taison name was in Miami, but he never cared about running the family business, hell, he didn't even care how high or low they went in that regard. For his part, they could lose all those shares, he wasn't going to follow in his parents' footsteps. Ever since he was just a toddler and his family was completely absent from his life, he had told himself that he would go down any other path, but not the one his mother and father followed. He wasn't always proud of himself to see himself as a disappointment in his mother's eyes, but it hadn't been easy for him to live with only nannies either. He wanted to make them feel what he had faced during that time; disappointment, suffering, pain,

Moon Taison was the work of those people who had taught him how he should no longer be.

He could hear all the Taisons arguing from downstairs. He huffed nervously, he was aware that for the time being he had remained tied to his family since his own had gotten him out of more trouble. The fines, the beatings, or the smoking were not so significant as to put sticks in his wheels; the real problem had happened the very night he came of age. His mother's voice still echoed in his mind.

— A real man proves nothing with his fist, but with his mind. If you want to take over the world so badly, prove to me that you can be a thinking man and I'll support you no matter what you choose to do.

Moon was not stupid, he didn't rely too much on friends and he knew that life is not the same as what you see in movies or read in books. If he chose to leave home, it would only be a matter of time before he realized that his move was not exactly a smart one. He wanted to do what he wanted, but at the same time any support, no matter how small, would mean a lot to him. His mother was a woman of her word, accepting his proposal that night he knew it was like signing a contract with her. She would get what she wanted, and he would consider himself free of them. Judd Taison always got what she wanted, and Moon knew that going against her would only prolong the strife in that house.

No matter how hard he tried to see the good in that deal, he still didn't like what was being asked of him. That evening, Moon had just arrived from the city and found his parents waiting for him in the hall. They never made this gesture except when they were going to ask him for something. He had gotten used to the idea that his existence was only known when needed. With a relaxed air, his mother had spoken in a commanding tone about the situation they were in with their businesses. Since it had started, Moon had not paid attention to the numbers and collaborators she mentioned, instead he had been very attentive to the direction the discussion was going towards the end, and that had put him on guard.

The idea of ​​the Taisons was to link their shares with one of the rival firms with which they had been at loggerheads for many years. Even in an interview, Judd Taison had stated very confidently that she would never reach a pact with her rivals, even if it meant losing everything. Back then, however, everything was going well, and in the opposite direction they were already collapsing. Now that dark period had come upon them, and their only option was this, after they had lost all the support they had received in the past from other collaborators.

But how could they, after years of misunderstandings, suddenly fall to peace? The answer was quite simple, the union of two young destinies, whose love had crossed all barriers. Moon had to fake a relationship with the niece of the one who looked after the rival firm.

Love was the excuse for their union.

They might have somehow managed to handle a relationship, but they wanted more than that. They wanted to get engaged or at least stay tied to each other until both parties worked out their issues.

He didn't see himself capable of something like this, an engagement to a person he didn't even know and with whom he should have stayed at least for a while, because any publication would have exploded at such news, and they had to be as convincing as possible. It wasn't enough that they were taking away his freedom, he had to give himself completely to that plan.

From what he understood, the girl wasn't against it at all. Who knows what smell he would meet. He imagined a woman full of herself, sure that she had won the big prize by tying herself to him, but she had no idea that this was going to be the biggest mistake of her life.

After some time he noticed that the quarrel between his parents had ended. He had made quite a fuss after his father had suggested that there was no need to go that far, supporting his boy's nervous outburst. The only sound that could be heard in his room was that of alarmed footsteps, which roamed the room in every nook and cranny. His heart could not stop its alarming beats, he had to do something to stop it all. Once he accepted his parents' consent, he would be free until the end of high school.

The tension had gathered around him, outside the stars were hidden behind the clouds, and the moon was sending its bright rays towards the window of his room. He propped himself up in front of the window, which he considered like a barrier between the ordeal called home and the Hell called the world. He loved the days with a full moon, he felt part of it. She felt that he was changing just like her, his behavior often crossed the lines of morality, but Moon hated what normal meant to some.

All he could do in those moments was to gather his patience. He did not know with whom he was going to share Hell, if he accepted the proposal.

He stretched out his hands towards the curtain. He hated those horrible materials getting in the way of him and his view of the moon. He had pulled them apart with a single jerk, grabbed the handle of the window which he had turned to the right side, letting the cool of the night surround him. Once enveloped in the cold, he dug his fingers into the windowsill, gripping it until his fists turned white. He didn't want anyone in his life, he didn't accept love. For him, love was not a priority, and a relationship forced according to the desires of the parents did not mean love.

It will cost her happiness, which won't last long as long as it stands in my way.

He thought as he turned his back to the window, pulling a cigarette from the pockets of his black jeans. In the room you could see only the shadow he cast, the shadow of a boy with a broken soul like a demon. In that darkness it seemed to him that he saw himself, the one on the inside, like that, dark, deformed; see a monster He lit the cigarette from which he smoked avidly, he knew what kind of person he was: selfish, unscrupulous, modest, a fool and several attributes, which he was too bored to remember. No matter how many insults he received in his miserable life, he could no longer take them. The highlight was that he could look at himself in the mirror without an iota of contempt. He was proud of him, he had become the way he wanted, and for a whiner to come and change him was something unacceptable.

Even the toxic fumes don't calm him now. He turned back to the window. For a moment he let himself be caught by a shadow... the shadow of the past. Again, he didn't regret anything, if he did, he'd regret not throwing more acid lines and punching harder. He was the demon, life was Hell, all he was trying to do was to maintain his existence.

He reached around his neck until he found his chain. A silver moon hung from the leather string, he gripped it tightly looking at the real moon, not the one he always carried with him.

- This will not end well, he whispered more to himself, his thoughts not being the cleanest.

He threw what was left of his cigarette out the window and hurried back downstairs, convinced that she was still waiting for him. He hadn't spent much time with his mother as a child, but even that little bit had been enough to understand what kind of person she was.

Judd Taison always got what he wanted , he kept repeating in his mind.

He was right, the blonde woman was lying on the couch with her laptop in her arms. He had ditched the suit in favor of long red satin pyjamas. The noise on the stairs had caught his attention, he knew it was going to appear at any moment.

— I accept, but I have one condition.

The way the woman raised her eyebrows let him know she could continue.

"I don't want to get engaged to her so quickly, at least give me a break until the end of the summer." Three months is not that long, and it would be better to be seen together a little, not to hit directly with such news.

His mother bared her gorgeous teeth as she grabbed a glass full of wine which she lifted slightly, a sign that she agreed to that bargain.

"That's my boy," she said triumphantly as she took a gulp of that red wine.

His shoulders had relaxed again, he was going to be a disappointment to her again, he knew that, but the only way to make it look like he was even trying, was to get into her game. He was gaining his freedom, and something inside him told him that his mother was hiding something behind that smile, as if the plan really was to destroy the girl. He was going to find out what it was all about, but first he had to enforce some of the rules himself, otherwise he was the one who was going to spend the night with a fiancée.

Inhale and exhale forcefully. He couldn't wait to meet the person who would put up with him for a long time. Maybe sharing Hell with someone didn't sound as bad as he thought.

∞

Four blocks away, Blaineley stared defiantly at the sky. Her soul had broken into small pieces and it hurt, it hurt damn hard to know that soon she would join her destinies with a stranger. Ever since that afternoon, since her uncle had told her that he was going to do something good for the Forks family, she had been looking out the window, and at every unknown man she saw walking down the street, she thought it might be him . The man who was going to dictate his life, but also his future.

She couldn't bear those thoughts that had haunted her for the next few hours, she was so helpless against everything that was happening. If she had refused, no one would have been able to save her from her uncle's hands, and the fact that she had invoked the disappointment she would have caused her parents if she had been alive, were enough for her to accept. She couldn't lose the company her father had sacrificed so much of his time for. It was one of those things that remained from him.

He was trying to convince himself that maybe it would have been better for him, especially since he was escaping the house of horror in which he lived. She was getting rid of her uncle's harshness, the beatings she received, but also the guilt associated with her parents. She could be freed from them.

Her biggest fear was not to get out of the darkness and fall into Hell.

Why couldn't she be a normal girl?

He wanted to scream out all his pain. To break free from the chains tightly bound to his soul, to escape from that place and run as far as he could. For her, death was not fear, but liberation. Many times she had wanted to break free, but every time she was prevented from doing such an action. Her attempts were sinking her deeper, so she preferred to give up. She was afraid of the unknown although she knew that there she was awaited by people who truly loved her. But she was a coward, she didn't have the courage to say her point of view, for two reasons:

First, he was taught what his place was in that house .

Second, she was mute…

For Moon and Blainley, the night was going too hard. Everyone prayed that time would stand still. To stop the impending catastrophe. Their bodies were far from each other, but their souls merged with the moon.