Chapter 3 A Flash Of The Past

• DAMIAN (FIVE YEARS AGO)
• Living in a cruel world with drugs and guns is the worst life for a teenage boy growing up.
• Damian stared at kids his age from the balcony of the gigantic mansion he lived in.
• Seeing the boys and girls happy while on their way to school was the best feeling ever, he guessed.
• He wished he could also go to school with other kids and experience what it means to be free and not kept in the four walls of a mansion like a prisoner.
• Damian watched them for more than an hour, until the road became empty, with no more students in sight. It was only then that he left the balcony.
• While in his room, he suddenly had the thought of sleeping in bed for eternity. This was because the room looked empty, without a soul, even though he lived inside. Occasionally when he talked, he was greeted by the echoes of his voice, not because the room was empty, but because he was extremely bored and lonely.
• Damian had everything needed for an adult to live a comfortable life, even though he was just seventeen years old. His bed was king-sized, even though he was more like a lonely king in his own castle.
• A large wallpaper of his favorite singer Marc Anthony hung on the wall. The reason he was my favorite was because of his voice and the love songs he sang. Most times he wished he wished he could experience those lyrics in his songs in real life.
• In front of him was a gigantic flat screen television, where he watched whatever he wanted.
• He was never allowed to go out because his parents were always scared of enemies attacking at any moment. This is also because he was the only son of his parents; thus, they were very protective of him. But then, he wished he could get to meet people, make friends and love.
• His father, Nathaniel Scott, was the most powerful and influential mafia lord in the whole of Poland.
• His dad had him go through training as a young but powerful teenager. But he had a secret which only his mom knew about. And that was the fact that he wasn't a straight son. He wished to live as a free born with the love of his life. His mom had caught him masturbating with a magazine of macho men. He liked guys, most especially the macho. Men.
• Every so often, he looked at himself in the mirror and began to style his hair into different waves, like he saw in the movies.
• Though, he only did this when his parents were not around, especially his dad, because he would complain about him being too weak. Whenever he started saying those words, he felt sad because he really wanted to live like a girl, but not like the boy he was.
• Sometimes his father blamed his mom for not giving him a worthy son who would lead his empire and his businesses.
• His mom, on the other hand, would butter up him by telling him to train him to be who he wanted.
• His dad had ordered for his hair to be cut short, just so he wouldn't be styling it anymore like a girl.
• When he was 16 years old, his dad promised to let him go out and explore the world as he pleased, but only when he was 18 years old.
• Hearing this from his dad, gave him hope. All he had to do then, was to wait two more years to be 18, so he could finally be free.
• Damian's 18th birthday was in a week's time, and he just couldn't wait to go out and explore the world as he wanted.
• He intended to explore all the places I saw he wished to and eat the foods he craved, and of course find love.
• Since he would soon be eighteen, he could get himself a boyfriend.
• The thoughts of him being free at last made him scream out loud.
• Suddenly, his room door flew open, and his mom came into view, carrying a confused-looking expression.
• "Why are you screaming, Damian?"
• "Nothing. Just happy that I will be eighteen soon, and eighteen means free..."
• Damian began dancing in front of his mom, who rolled her eyes and walked out of the room.
• That didn't stop him from being happy anyway. He continued dancing without the sound of music.
• Just then, his room door swung open for the second time.
• "Do not forget it's almost 10: am, time for training"
• "C'mon mom, not now. I will be eighteen in a week's time and I need to prepare for my birthday."
• "You are not eighteen yet. One week is a long time to go. Now go to the basement for your training!"
• She banged the door shut the moment she left.
• Damian grumbled and murmured about not being allowed to have his way to freedom.
• He reluctantly changed what he was wearing; a faded blue jean pants, and a black shirt.
• He combed his short black hair while staring in the mirror.
• "Sorry mirror, after a week you won't be seeing a bland face anymore because I will finally be transforming into a handsome Prince!"
• "Phew!" Leaving the mirror, he headed out of his room to the basement, where Eddy and Anton were waiting for him.
• Shutting the door behind him, he stared at the big house which contained almost a hundred people. His parents, excluded. His father's men should be about eighty, while the servants, about twenty or thereabouts.
• Without wasting much time, he quickly set out for the basement.
• "Hello Master Damian, would you like to have some chocolates when you get back?"
• "Yes, Rose, I would love that."
• She beamed with joy.
• Nanny Rose, made the best chocolates so far as he could tell, and her chocolates were the best he tasted.
• She had been living with them for as long as he could remember. Though, he didn't ask his mom how the Nanny came about living with them, but from what he knew, she had been the one taking care of him since he was little.
• Rose was now getting old, with some strands of white hair.
• She happened to be the only one around the house who treated him softly, just as he wanted.
• Finally, he was in the basement, and as usual, Eddy and Anton were already testing some new guns for arrival.
• "Hey Dame, you are early today," said Eddy.
• "No, I'm not. Just want to get everything over and done with."
• "Aha! because of your eighteenth birthday, I guess."
• "Yea, yea" he rolled his eyes.
• He went ahead to where the guns were kept and picked one for himself. He didn't take long to get the gun put out and then, finally, put the bullets into the cartridge.
• "How long did he take this time?" Eddy asked.
• "Five seconds", Anton replied.
• "No shit! Our boy is all grown up and so are his skills."
• He didn't like such praise. Damian would have preferred doing something else with his time, rather than being complimented for handling a gun properly.
• He walked to the shooting spot, and put on his eyes and ear protection, before aiming for the board. He looked at the target carefully, before releasing the bullets, three times in a row.
• Anton and Eddy checked if I hit the target.
• "Wow! Dame, you are one good shooter!"
• He just shrugged his shoulders and walked away, like he didn't care.