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*drip* *drip* water dripped inside a room that looked stilled in time while the raging storm continued outside plattering on the window and leaking through the cracks of the ceiling .
The room had an eerie feeling to it, as its only source of light came from the window, which was quite dark because of the outpouring rain . the walls were mossy and damped by the rain that leaked through overtime.
It was painted in an almost fading shade of grey. Its space couldn't be considered large as the only thing it occupied was a small mattress, and a desk that was used to hold clothes and other necessities rather than its original purpose.
On the small mattress laid a tall figure that looked around the age of 17. He laid on his back and stared at the ceiling in front, his grey eyes distant has if he was lost in thoughts
*thump* *thump* a thumping sound could be heard downstairs as well as rattling. Damien knew fully well that it was his uncle off to start his morning ritual, which consisted of cleaning the traces of what he did the night before and, of course, making Damien's morning sour.
"Damien!" shouted his uncle. No reply or movement from Damien's side as he just continued to stare at the ceiling
"Damien!" he yelled louder this time and again, no response, then it all went quiet.
*bang* The door flew open and stood there was a man that looked to be in his late thirties or older because of how unkempt he appeared.
"Do you want to see the worst of me?" his uncle said with gritted teeth while staring at Damien, looking livid
"Sorry, just got up," Damien mumbled with a hoarse voice while slowly getting up to meet his still angry looking uncle at the door
"I know that's a lie, but since yesterday was fruitful, I'm going to let you go" Then he got closer and grabbed Damien's arms roughly "but let this be the last time" he said through clenched teeth while looking at Damien for a response but got none only a cold glare from his dark grey eyes, and that seems to be enough to make Lucas snap, He shoved Damien on the chest not enough to make him fall but enough to make him stumble.
"You and your shitty attitude will be the end of you, trust me on that," he said as he glared at the boy only a head taller than him
"God knows what I would have done to you if it wasn't for your mother's will keeping you alive . you're nothing but a disappointment, a mere free loader, " he said, each word filled with a venomous tone and at a deliberate pace.
"So don't make me do what we are both begging to do," he said, and finally, a smile played on his lips. " we both know how much you're begging to be killed." he's gaze lingered on Damien's with calculative eyes and a smirk as he seems to remember his reason for calling Damien
"Downstairs, I've already laid down the drugs. On your way to school, you get them delivered. Don't forget to make us a good deal. You will make your uncle proud, won't you?" he voiced then abruptly let out a manic laugh that played out more than necessary.
"You always make me say the worst shit don't you ?" he asked no one in particular as Damien hasn't said anything throughout the entire conversation .
He seemed to have gotten his sadistic satisfaction, so he stepped aside and headed for the door but not without stopping to face Damien "have a great day" he said as a smile crept up his face, and then he turned and took his leave leaving the room to it's usually eerie quietness.
'He was awfully quite nice today, wondered what he did last night to get himself in that state,' Damien thought to himself as him walked himself into the bathroom just across his room.
It was like this every morning or worse, his uncle using him as his personal amusement or a way to vent, but he always got the better end of it as he wasn't dead like his cousins, but he wasn't sure that was a good thing anymore.
Damien leisurely strolled down the stairs, not forgetting to take the drugs that had been laid down on the dining table it was neatly packed in small polythene bags by Lucas. He was about to take his leave when a sudden thought popped up.'Where was his aunt ?'.
Normally, she would have been in the kitchen stirring up some type of soup that looked way too weird to be soup.
He guessed the death of her own children caused by no one other than her psychopathic husband flipped a switch in her brain because after the incident, she became so cold and lifeless, but at least it's safes him from being treated as some houseboy of some sorts .
Seeing that she was not in her usual spot, he quickly connected the dots and figured out she must be the reason for his uncle's good mood after all he had been getting really violent with her with his sadistic nature like rape, and beatings till she fell unconscious and numbed .It was only fair that he finished the job himself before she died 'naturally' and killed his fun
He could only pray for the day when he would get he's own revival, the only reason why he hasn't killed himself yet is because of the haunting memory of seeing his mom on her death sicken bed trying to be strong for him but resulting fruitless as she still died a miserable and undeserving death and a promise he made to her.
The raging strom outside had simmered down and turned to a light drizzle,On that note he left the house to begin the lonely journey to school, the way he liked it.