LucianDevine
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"Damn it all..."
Devon cursed aloud as he paced around the circular room he had been brought to, or rather, forced into.
"Stupid bastards."
It had been his parents' fault, all their fault. They hadn't wanted a kid, yet they had kept him anyway. Devon's parents hadn't exactly been abusive, but they were far from what you would call affectionate. They had always done exactly as little as they could legally get away with, while being able to do their own thing. It had been like that up until his eighteenth birthday. Then, everything changed.
His eighteenth birthday had only been a week ago, yet here he was. They had offered to let him drink with them, in the privacy of their own home. In truth he should have suspected something then, should have known something was up. The night had started innocently enough, just a few beers, but then they started to bring out the liquor . At that point, he had lost most of his inhibitions, so he didn't give a second thought to his actions as he took shot after shot. He had passed out in the end...but not before he made the biggest mistake of his short life. While he was drunk, his parents had asked him to sign something, and he had done it, not knowing what it was. How could he possibly have known that he was signing his life away.
Even now, he hadn't been allowed to reread the print on the contract he had signed. All he knew, was that he had been old enough to do it, and had then unknowingly done it.
Devon was still pacing circles around the small room when he heard the lock on the door open. He turned to it as it opened, watching a woman enter.
"Who the hell are you, and what the hell do you want?" He asked, not bothering to hide the anger and contempt in his voice.
Devon cursed aloud as he paced around the circular room he had been brought to, or rather, forced into.
"Stupid bastards."
It had been his parents' fault, all their fault. They hadn't wanted a kid, yet they had kept him anyway. Devon's parents hadn't exactly been abusive, but they were far from what you would call affectionate. They had always done exactly as little as they could legally get away with, while being able to do their own thing. It had been like that up until his eighteenth birthday. Then, everything changed.
His eighteenth birthday had only been a week ago, yet here he was. They had offered to let him drink with them, in the privacy of their own home. In truth he should have suspected something then, should have known something was up. The night had started innocently enough, just a few beers, but then they started to bring out the liquor . At that point, he had lost most of his inhibitions, so he didn't give a second thought to his actions as he took shot after shot. He had passed out in the end...but not before he made the biggest mistake of his short life. While he was drunk, his parents had asked him to sign something, and he had done it, not knowing what it was. How could he possibly have known that he was signing his life away.
Even now, he hadn't been allowed to reread the print on the contract he had signed. All he knew, was that he had been old enough to do it, and had then unknowingly done it.
Devon was still pacing circles around the small room when he heard the lock on the door open. He turned to it as it opened, watching a woman enter.
"Who the hell are you, and what the hell do you want?" He asked, not bothering to hide the anger and contempt in his voice.