Darrien.
He opens the front door of his house and my heart breaks from the sight of it. Okay, so this kid, of just sixteen years old had to live alone in these conditions and no one gave a shit about him. The living room is dark, so he runs over to a switch and the room brightens.
I don't even know how to describe this. His place was at the outskirts of the community. It's a small building, almost like an abandoned place. This is where he has been subjected to live all his life. this is the place he has been calling home? If I didn't know Beau and Alanis, at this moment, they would've been my enemies.
These people treated him like shit. Made him feel worthless and I still don't understand why?
They are supposed to be his family, his pack. No one gave a shit about him ''It's not much.'' He explains as he tries to clear his things that are around the couch. There is a table in front of the couch but no other furniture.
