HE WANTED T

ly. "I have been downstairs, waiting for you for over thirty minutes, you fool." She snarled loudl

m now. He tried to stand up, but his head felt heavy, he was dizzy and he fell back t

replied with a weak voice, he had a bad headache, due to the huge, open and red bump

ft leg, holding unto it tightly, she dragged him on the floor, towards the door. Damon was

a while ago, he felt helpless. Vanessa continued to drag him on the floor, she dragged hi

y turned a blind eye, they had finally gotten rid of him, they wouldn't be here today, if not

y didn't receive any words of protest towards what was happening. If they had protested, and att

mily, and their foster son, still had to live with them. Were they marrying off their daug

had their daughter married that fool?' They were glad that the Shawn couple, weren't conce

e. "What brings you here?" Mr Morgan, Vanessa's fat

." Mr Shawn, paused, trying to gauge their reaction. He saw that there was no change in their exp

nt an apartment but Vintage had insisted. Mr Morgan's eyes widened, he was furious in his he

. He is always welcome." Mr Morgan hurriedly replied. Vintage looked at him and smiled wickedl

well for himself now, he had a job in Sandro Corps, a job a lot of people would die

een Vanessa's once, during the small wedding ceremony that was organized for the new couple, and

uldn't be bad.' He thought to himself. He turned to his wife, whose face was scrunched up,

d to feed Damon, and now they still had to feed Vintage.

rgan, walking towards him. She clasped his hands and thanked him gratifyingly. He relished in the attent

llars was a lot. She ignored the blackened faces of the Shawn couple, they were not happy, that t

ing Damon's head, forcefully, into a big bowl of water. He couldn't breath and he was stru

e any suspicion from Damon's parents. Vanessa released her grip on Damon and he fell w

and onions but he was just shaking and he couldn't do anything. Out of anger, she dippe

, filled with water. She angrily poured it on Damon, the water was chillingly cold. It was col

alk, he wanted to defend himself, but he couldn't form to right words. He remembered he was in th

at he is a 25 year old man, he had no backbone and the sight of him disgusts her. Damon

d. Water trailed behind him, his black hair clung to his head and he looked like a foolish clow

. He longed for them to ask him why he was wet, he longed for them to ask hi

le, that smile sent shivers down his spine. Damon had always seen his foster brother as his clo

ed against him, making Damon's friends in school, leave him and he was left all alone. Damon lo

n-law, but he only looked back at him with pity and something else in his eyes - disgus

on, strengthened. He had observed the Shawn family's treatment towards Damon, and he knew the