chapter two

Abraham's POV

I don't know how long I have been standing in front of the mirror staring my reflection. I look at my own self having disheveled hair with brown streaks, hollow eyes with dilated green pupils, frowning face ,sweaty neck ,5' 7" long ,with teared jeans,plain green tee shirt,muffled jacket hanging down my shoulder with so much self hate evaporating from my skin....I look terribly beaten.

My cheeks are red from the hard liquor I gulped down minutes ago.But I'm not yet down to escape from this self loathing. My bile rises to my throat thinking how stupid I was...to believe ...them...my parents...After all that I have seen ...I believed them and thought that they stl love me....How wrong I've been....

Jake and Tyler are preoccupied with their current flesh loving friends. I hate being alone with these ongoing thought process consuming me in and out ,out of sleep ,in the middle of night ,without those assholes bickering around me.

They don't understand why all of a sudden I feel ' not_interested' in those painted girls. I don't blame them. I don't understand what's happening with me. I wasn't the saint who was not interested from the start. but that was a sheer distraction for me..an escape from my daily exposure to pain of innocent people.

somewhere along the lane,I realized I'm not any better than my parents.I used those girls falling for my good looks,name and power for my benefit.That's the same thing I detest my parents for.I trusted them. I thought they still had humanity left in them.I was so wrong.

I never questioned them,whenever I tried the aftermath was so bad for the people I loved.I thought if I left them alone,they would spare me....I was definitely wrong.I just hope they would ignore me....they won't.They won't leave me until I become like them.the ruthless leader...