I was standing in the cemetery. The thoughts and emotions swirling in me made me dizzy. Although many of my friends were standing around me, I still felt like I was the only man on the planet. It was my parents' funeral. Their car was crashed by a truck, and that crash shattered my life too. What I'm going to do without them? I didn't have any close family beside them. My grand parents died long ago, I didn't even know them and I really didn't have any close relatives. And even if I had, I didn't want them. I wanted my beloved parents back. I was just turning 18. I still needed the love and stability parents can give. And how could I provide for myself? I had dreams of going to college after finishing high school, but if I had to start working I didn't think that was possible.
As I looked around just to break away from my thoughts something surprised me. Even in the shock I was how could I forget her? In the back of the lines there stood my aunt. She was never really part of our family's life so it wasn't that strange I haven't thought of her. She lived in a quite distant city and I only saw her 2 or 3 times in my life. I saw some tears rolling down her face, but at then I couldn't know how sad she really was.
After the ceremony I went to my aunt. It was strange. We shared the same loss, yet we were practically strangers to each other. We started talking about my parents and it felt nice. Then she asked something that I didn't expect:
"I know we don't really know each other but would you like to come and live at my house?"
I was surprised at her insight on my fears. I still haven't thought about her as family, but I knew I was going to take her offer.
"But there's much I have to tell you before you say yes. Like why you never really saw me. You might won't like what you'll hear but you can't come and live with me unless you know this.
"Erm.. okay.." I didn't know what to expect.
"Well... now that I'm standing here, in front of you it's not that easy to talk about it as I thought it would... but here it goes. When I was almost your age, I decided something my parents never approved. I decided to become a slave to somebody. Not just any slave but a sex slave. He was an older but really nice man who really cared for me. And I had - well, have actually - a very submissive side that I can't deny. My parents never understood this and so did your parents. As I went and lived with my master my family never wanted to see me again. It hurt me bad but I had to do what I've done to be happy and be myself. As time passed I think my sister started to miss me and wonder why I decided on this kind of life. So your mother convinced your dad to allow me to meet them a few times. And I was happy to see you all, but these occasions made me sad. To know that how much I'm not welcomed in my family and to see them so little. And now they are gone, and I can't do anything to..."
Her voice fainted and more tears started to pour from her eyes. I myself just stood there like a perfect statue. After all, this was just too much information for my brain to process. I didn't know how to react, I just said the first thing that came to my mind.
"So you still live with that guy?"
After some sobbing she replied. "No. He passed a few years ago. He had a club that he left to me, so I don't have to worry about my living expenses."