“Of course.” Evan nods. “You know I’ll help fundraise for the center anytime.”

“You’re a good lad,” Roy says, patting him on the back before turning to face me.

“O-oh, me? Yeah… sure… of course.”

He nods his head and spins around, walking around the large desk and into the office behind it.

I look down at a pile of papers, filtering through them as I try to make myself look busy, when in actual fact, I haven’t got a clue what they are.

“Lex?”

I mumble to myself before walking from behind the desk and heading toward the kitchen, the papers still clutched in my hand.

“Lexi?”

I wave my hand in the air. “I’ll be here late, I’ll catch you later.”

I can almost feel the frown that he’s sure to be wearing on his face, but I don’t know what to do or how to act. All of this is new to me and he knows that.

I walk into the kitchen and lean against the wall, my eyes focused on a tiny patch of dirt on the opposite wall. The papers flutter out of my hands as they start to shake, my body giving up its fight as I slide down the wall.

Why did I do that? Why did I dismiss him like he was nothing?

I hear him and Roy talking and then Evan’s chuckle as they walk out of the door. “I’ll lock up behind us!” Roy shouts before the door closes and then the lock turns and I’m left all on my own.

Bringing my knees up to my chest, I wrap my arms around them and let my head drop against them as the first tear escapes, tracking its way down my cheek.

I don’t know how long I sit here, letting my body fold in on itself, but at some stage, I let myself fall to the floor, curling into a ball as my eyes close and my mind wanders back to the past. No matter how many times I try to not think about any of it, I never can stop it from rearing its ugly head. It’s on my mind constantly like a bad commercial on repeat, never letting me get a brief reprieve.

“I’ll make sure you go down for as long as I can.” His dark-brown eyes meet mine, evil showing in their depths.

He sits across from me, his expensive suit encasing his body and throwing everyone off the scent of who he is: what he is.

I know him better than anyone on account of him being my uncle and Gran’s power of attorney. There was a time where he would play in Gran’s backyard with me for hours. Though all that changed when I turned twelve. He and Gran had a big argument—I’m talking screaming at each other kind of argument that ended up in her signing some important documents that made him in charge of everything.

I remember him screaming about a will and how could she give it all to a child. At the time I had no idea what he was going on about, but as I grew up, I started to learn that he wasn’t the perfect uncle who would play hide and seek with me. He was the worst kind of human being.

The kind of person who hides behind a good persona when in reality he had evil running through his veins.

“Unc—”

“No.” He slices his hand through the air. “You don’t call me that, not after what you’ve done.”

“But it was for Gran, she needed her meds—”

“Is that what you’re going to say? You going to try and use her as your out?” He shakes his head, leaning back on the rickety chair. “I told her all those years ago that you’d end up just like your mother and father: a pair of junkies who couldn’t look after themselves.”

My nose tingles with the telltale sign of tears. I know very little about my parents, but what I do know is that they couldn’t look after themselves, which is why Gran took me in and raised me from the age of two.

“Please,” I beg. “I was trying to help.”

He laughs, full-on, throw-your-head back laughter as his eyes meet mine again. “Nobody will believe you that she didn’t have money for her medication.” He leans back, a smirk on his face. “I’m her power of attorney, I would have provided them for her.” He’s lying, he’d never give her the money for them. “You’ll never get her estate now.”

“Estate?” I ask as I bring my handcuffed wrists up to my face, wiping the tears away.

“As if you don’t know. You’re her sole heir… not anymore though.” He stands up, pushing his chair under the table and walking to the door. “I’ll be trying you as an adult. Adult decisions call for adult punishments.”

I gasp, realizing what he’s saying.

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