ABOUT Aristotle

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Trigger Warning: Manipulation of a person; mental abuse; drug abuse[break][break]

Open Up Your Eyes

Aristotle was born into the life of a politician for a father and a gorgeous model for a mother. They were a very happy couple, for the most part, and during the first few years of Ari's life, were very wonderful parents. He was very smart from a young age and showed a lot of interest in what his father did; he looked up to his father during his younger years, but sometimes a child's dream can shatter, can't it? When he turned 10, Ari was learning how to use various musical instruments in his class; the trumpet was fun, the saxophone was his favourite along with the acoustic guitar. However, the piano stuck out to him a lot. Even as a kid he found a fascination for it. However, when he expressed his excitement for what he was learning about music, his father simply scoffed and told him to not worry about such trivial things. Music was not something Aristotle was allowed to like; his interest increased from that day on, and even with his father's disapproval, he only hoped he could one day enjoy such a dream. When he got into high school, Ari had a few 'close' friends who he associated himself with, although it seemed to be only those who his father approved of. Rich kids, offspring of his father's co-workers or friends. Stuck. Up. Assholes.[break][break]

If Ari did anything wrong, the nights became long and painful. Bruises would appear on his skin where nobody would be able to see them unless they caught him in the locker rooms getting changed for gym. The one mistake his father made was hitting his son in the face, a bruise growing over the right side of his cheek. It took a lot of convincing the school that it had simply happened by him getting hit by the door at home. A clumsy mistake that he had learned from. All this time, his mother just told Ari that his father did it because he wanted the best for him, and it was his way of showing that he cared. He cared about Ari... he... His father only punished him to let him know he loved him right? His father was a well respected man! How could he have such a bad son embarrass him right??

And Behold The Fading Light

At the wonderful age of 15, Ari found himself his own friends. Great friends. They totally. Did. Not. Use. Him. They liked to have fun, they liked to get wild. These friends were the ones who introduced him to marijuana for the first time. It was thrilling. It was something so different and insane... he was addicted. Yet he made a mistake, he went home one night so fucking high that his father hit him. And hit him. And hit him and hit him and hit him.[break][break]

Ari had never felt so much pain before; it was excruciating and he wasn't sure if he wanted to move after. This... was just his father... loving him... showing him right from wrong...[break][break]

It was so bullshit.[break][break]

It's Time to Grow Up And Get Wise

When he was about 17, he got into a relationship with someone he'd grown close to. It wasn't someone his father approved of, but he did nothing to stop his son. He would learn, wouldn't he? The boy he went out with was a really great guy at first. He treated Ari like a prince; that is... until Ari spoke to some of his friends, male or female. This wasn't allowed. The boy got into Ari's head, telling him that these people were talking behind his back, saying terrible things about him. It wasn't long before anybody who had been friends or tried to befriend him just completely avoided him. "It's because you're rich, Ari." His boyfriend snickered in his ear. "Nobody wants to be around that." What about you? He wanted to ask that, but... he wouldn't be that cold, would he?[break][break]

Just like his father, he was hit a few times by the person who was supposed to love him. Talk to the wrong person? Punched. Late to meet up after school? Punched. Ari got extremely high once just so he could find some sort of joy when he was being abused by both his father and boyfriend. This... was normal? He just wanted people to love him. Ari didn't want to be a disappointment anymore.[break][break]

By 19, after breaking up with his abusive partner after a year of dating, Ari left town, getting away from everything that reminded him of his past. Everything except for the drugs... the alcohol. Those made him happy. People... people didn't make him happy all the time. God he loved being around people but they always looked at him like he was nothing. He... he just wanted to be around people who cared...[break][break]

At this point, he was attending Law School, hoping that maybe he could find some sort of distraction there. Two years went by and he just couldn't stand it anymore. He'd learned a lot while attending, but it didn't give him that drive or motivation. It just didn't feel right. Shortly after, even enduring calls from his father, Ari took up freelance art and has even been in a few museum exhibitions. He makes a fair amount from what he draws and paints, however money does still come in from his parents.[break][break]

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