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Michael, more well known under many other names, like Mike, Onyx, Vee and Kai, was a troubled teen. Not due to drugs or wrong influences, but because of circumstances and a painful upbringing. Growing up with only an alcohol addicted, sociopathic mother to take care of them wasn’t exactly what you’d call a ‘good environment’ to grow up in.
More often than not Mike had to witness violence directed at others or himself. Other times he witnessed neglect to the point of starvation and near death. After such neglectful moments usually came a period of sudden kindness. Mike would get babied and taken care of for a day or two, only for the cycle to restart again.
So, logically, the boy started taking care of himself. He stole food from stores, robbed people of their wallets and became a talented criminal for the sake of staying alive. A nine year old, filled with anger and pain from years of suffering. Oh, if they only knew how much worse it would get. This was just the beginning.
Three years passed by like this. The same vicious cycle of abuse, neglect and love as Mike kept himself alive by stealing and lying. It was a terrible existence. To make matters even worse there were two extra mouths to feed now. Twin half sisters named Mina and Noa.
The first two years their mother nurtured them, raised them and loved them. It was as if she had seen the light. Even Mike was treated like a human for a little while. They weren’t beaten other than the occasional slap to the face, they weren’t locked away anymore and forgotten about and they weren’t forced to drag their drunk mother to bed. Sure, he was still ignored for days at a time and yelled at when he breathed wrong, but it was an improvement.
Unfortunately all good things eventually have to come to an end. After the twins had turned two years old, their father left and mother fell back into her bad habits. She started drinking again and yelled at the poor infants until Mike took them away.
For a year or so the twins had been living in their older sibling’s bedroom, safe from the wrath of their mother as Mike tried their best to give them the best life possible. He would steal enough to feed them and keep them entertained with toys and books. At the same time he took care of their mother and endured the beatings and torture for the sake of protecting his siblings. It was destroying him slowly.
Eventually, when Mike was just twelve years of age, they decided that this wasn’t the way they wanted to live their life. That night they would run away and take their siblings with them. This story tells the adventures of Michael from this point on. A story of heartbreak, pain, defeat, healing, love and revenge, with a bittersweet ending.
So grab a seat, and maybe some tissues, and enjoy the story.