Chapter I – Detroit

Life is never fair, and perhaps it is a good thing for most of us that it is not.

CPOV

Four years ago, I decided to ask Welch to get the current appearance of this rotten, disgusting place.

I am terrified at first knowing that it is the exact picture of every nightmares I endure since I was four-year-old. I cursed myself multiple times, why the hell I mindlessly decided to get a much clearer picture of this haunted place. Fucking nightmares are now getting worse and worse since then. It is dreadful enough to live in those pain and I don't need a reminder of every single detail.

"Rot in hell! Dumbass!", I mutter to myself as I instantly kick the closed door in front of me while keeping my hands inside the pocket of my coat. I don't want any physical connection in this ugly, ugly place.

I know that my sole purpose finding this place was to tear it down. I will get myself a wrecking ball to demolish it into pieces and bury every single reminder of the crack whore and his pimp, yeah as if this place were never existed, as if it would change my origin. It might not help me to forget mentally but it will somehow lessen the agony I feel emotionally. But why would I waste my time on such nonsense when it is so much easier for me to just burn this place down and turn them into ashes!

I vaguely remember any good memories in this abandoned place. I think there's nothing at all. All I think was the poor hungry boy crying for help. Pathetic! Seeing this building, still standing in my very own eyes, only add fuel to my rage. This will be the second and the last time that I would step a foot on this place. Why I decided to come here today is because I want something to stack my anger and frustrations in life before going back to Seattle. Okay, just admit it! Damn it! My subconscious glares at me.

Fine. I lost to a fucking deal and it does not sit well with me. I'm sure my mother would not appreciate my temper this evening and I don't want to ruin her Christmas Eve. I just needed to be in a worst place right now to get me back to my usual self.

I can't believe I've spent my entire year for nothing. Fucking incompetent employees who are just sitting for their payroll! The signs for GEH branch to expand in Europe were positive earlier this year, there was a strong pipeline of deals from both strategic and private equity players and expectations were high. Fucking Adams Corporation for blocking my limelight. Investors pulled out their investments and left me with nothing. Unfortunately, that old man Charles Adams has more influence given by the fact that I was there in his territory as an outsider. Lesson learned, never underestimate the man who was born before you. They had to factor in uncertainty and expensive financing in the purchase price and deal terms. Fucking statistics!

I willingly accept that I lost the European deal, maybe this is not the best time to conquer the world and it never hurts to try again. But what irritates me the most is what the old asshole Charles Adams threw in my face, saying that,

"You're still a newbie and have a lot of rice to eat. Go get professional help in your burrow", then he fucking smirk at me! Jerk!

I lost count how many times I kick this door, but it satisfies the demons in my head. I've only seen this building up close twice ever since my new loving parents flew me away from this fucking deathtrap city of Detroit. The first time is when I make my first billion dollars that knocked-down every business tycoon in Seattle who claimed themselves as the greatest. Fuckers are just like bowling pins in my eyes and I am a striker that hit them unexpectedly in one single shot. Of course, it gives me pleasure to see them begging but it's nothing compare to the satisfaction I get when I let them experience real failure, pathetic enough that they would willingly lick the floor I'm walking so I don't take their throne. My subconscious devilishly grins at me while I enjoy looking at them from my throne. I feel like I was powerful enough than the motherfucker who used to live on this shitty place.

The masochist in me decided that I needed a constant reminder to never let anyone make me feel shitty and worthless.

I was staring for about an hour now on the door of this old apartment. The familiarity of memories on what lies beyond this door sends shivers to my body. My knuckles turned white, remembering every vivid dream I had with the fucker.

I heard hard knocks on our door, and I know its him again. "Opeeen the fucking doooor! You whore! I swear you'll never be able to see again your little piece of shit once I'm in."

The loud bang goes on and on as the whore heavily pressed his palms to cover my ears. Her eyes are closed, and her forehead is on mine, I know she's saying something, but I can quite spell it. With a heavy sigh, she put me inside the old closet filled with termites.

"Stay. And don't come out", she whispered to me and I simply nod. I would rather stay with the termites and wait until they are asleep. But there's something different, I have to wait longer than expected. They are shouting and screaming, and I cover my ears like the usual. I heard him hitting her hard, I know it hurts because I'm immune to that sound... That's it! That loud clank slap of belt causes me to revolt from my hiding place.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!", I run as fast as I can to her who is now lying on the floor. When the fucker started striking her again, I instantly grabbed his arm with both of my hands and bite it hard. His smell is very nauseating. I heard his sharp cry and cursing as he pulled my hair. He grabs my hands and threw me like a ball. My head hurts so much. I can't even move my body.

"You maggot! Watch 'till she bleeds to death and it will be your fault!", he shouted. He strikes the belt on her back so hard and she yelps loudly. "This is for biting me!"., then he hits her again and again .. "You little piece of shit! "

I'd like to cry but no more tears left. I silently begging the whore, "Mommy! Mommy! Wake up … wake up".. ..

I forcefully punch the fucking door as I wake up from my trance. My hand is stiff for a moment looking on its broken appearance. I devilishly grin, "I am no longer that four-year-old piece of shit!". With that, I walk away and never looked back.

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R: All credits go to the rightful owner - E.L James. Added characters, story line of this story is all on me.