Thread: The Way I Am || Kveria/Altheras

Luke nodded, just listening to everything Sebastien said. He was always a good listener, largely because he was really interested in what other people had to say. He smiled fondly at his brother at the final comment. I think it could be. You'll have to teach me how to act around guests and things like that... well, unless you'll just have me stay shut up in my room when anyone comes around. If you do, I wouldn't blame you. He grinned and gestured up to his bright red hair. I guess I should probably dye this another color if you're going to be seen places with me. Maybe blue? He chuckled a little bit, just joking with him. He sighed a little, glancing out of the dark tinted window before looking back to his brother. It was his turn to reveal some things. I always figured mom left him for a good reason. She said she tried to take us both, but he wouldn't let her. He locked you in an upstairs bedroom and was threatening to hit me if she didn't just take me and go... He looked down at his hands again. I'm glad I was too young to remember that day. I hope you were too? It must have been awful. He took a deep breath before continuing. Mom kept trying to get back in touch, to get something worked out where she could at least visit you, but he never would let her. She missed you a lot. I had to use what little money I could scrape up for her funeral. I had to sell pretty much everything she and I owned except for some of my clothes... then I had to move in with this guy I went to school with, he let me stay in his basement for low rent... He trailed off, looking a bit pained. I'm sure our father told you he helped with the expenses, but he didn't. After the funeral, I was a wreck. I barely managed to graduate from high school. Then I turned eighteen and the small checks quit coming, so I had to get a job at a burger joint to keep paying my rent. I was miserable, I didn't really have any goals or even entertain the idea of going to college. He sighed a bit at reliving his past, but he felt like his brother needed to know, to understand why he had ended up hooked on drugs. It had never been his intention, and he wasn't some delinquent. Some guys from work thought I was too damned mopey all the time, so they started insisting that I come to their parties. They got me into drinking. At first it was every weekend, then it was every night. I became an alcoholic before it was even legal for me to drink. They were always happy to supply me. Being drunk all the time led to me losing my job, then the guy that was supplying me my booze moved me in with him. I was drunk all the time, so it wasn't hard for him to introduce me to harder drugs. Once he had me hooked, he had me running packages to pay for my drugs and what little food he'd give me. I was basically just a slave to him, if I ever rebelled even slightly, he'd just take away the drugs until I complied. I knew it wasn't right... I kinda wanted to get clean, but the addiction was so strong, you know? Then I got caught in a sting by the police, and I told them my whole story. I got lucky, I could have went to prison for a very long time. He shook his head at the thought. So, I want to change my life now, you know? I think that mom would want that for me. I'll never be over the grief, but I've learned to cope with it enough now that I don't need to be drunk or fucked up just to stand to be alive...