If I had any happiness in my life It's probably lost somewhere in a black negative fog.
All I remember is that my adopted mom a woman named Whitney , is a living incarnate of all of the deadly sins, that part I'm not kidding about, she really is an incarnate of them all.
Her greed is the way she makes me walk down a path just like hers.
Her wraith is the abuse I've suffered at her hands ranging from verbal threats to trips to the hospital.
Her pride is that she herself as the perfect fucking mother.
Her lust is the random people she screws only to treat them like garbage in favor of the next toy she gets her hands on.
Her sloth is the fact that while I do all of the work (even the work that brings in the money) she takes credit for everything.
Her gluttony is that she makes me starve to death while gorges herself like a fucking pig.
and the grand finale Her envy of me whenever some of her discarded toys or her current toys decide to have a little fun for me, the result well me being beaten to near death or being raped again by her.
The reason I'm bound to her, was my sister Rosa who is Whitney's real daughter, who suffered from her deadly sins like me until she couldn't stand it ,not her treatment, but rather my own treatment which resulted in a little scene like this.
*Flashback*
I was making dinner for the three of us which was two scraps of meat for Me and Rosa while Whitney obtained a whole Prime Rib steak when all of a sudden Rosa came down with a backpack.
"Where the fuck do you think you are doing?" Whitney growled as she caught Rosa trying to leave throughout the Kitchen door.
"I'm sorry but your treatment of White saddens me, so I've decided to leave you." Rosa replied
Whitney then laughed manically like her true self. "Leaving me, where would you go, nowhere now get the fuck inside."
"No." Rosa boldly stated causing Whitney's howls laughter to suddenly cease and me to feel scared.
"What the Fuck makes you all and mighty all of a sudden?!" demanded Whitney.
"N does." Rosa boldly replied as she stepped outside. This caused Whitney to grab the nearest bottle which was full of vodka and was ready to throw it at her but I rushed in front of her just in time to use my body as a shield for her. At that moment the door was shut and Whitney was consumed with a hellish rage.
"You little fuck what the fuck do you think You are doing?!" demanded Whitney.
"Saving her." I coldly replied which earned me a grand prize the left side of my face slammed against the stove and burned it.
"Listen here, White you little fuck," Whitney muttered, "If you ever value Rosa's life you will never escape this house again do you hear me. "
I nodded but just to make sure I got the message she grabbed a knife from the kitchen and slashed my right eye which I responded by giving her the satisfaction of a painful howl.
When I met Rosa again I saw her talking with her friends who ran off screaming at the sight of my disfigured face.
"I'm guessing she didn't take the news too well." Rosa said.
I nodded in reply.
"You should leave there immediately, N has room for one more." Rosa suggested.
"I would if she hadn't threatened me with your life." I said.
Rosa then kicked the nearest chair out of anger hard enough and it was a miracle that it was still standing.
"Fuck Whitney!" she shouted before she cried in my arms and I stood there holding her while trying to hold back my tears until she tore herself out of them to go to class.
*Flashback end*
That was the last time I ever saw her in my school because she later went to N's school, to hide from Whitney as a precaution, which was a fusion of a boarding school and a nature school from what I've heard from Rosa's constant non-stop flow of letters which always made their way to me one way or another and by then my burn healed but my scar was still there.
Anyway, one day when class ended I was going to go home when all of a sudden I felt a iron cold grip on my wrist.
"Let me go!" I demanded trying to get whoever had a grip on me to release me.
"That is something I cannot do." the figure said in a calming voice that was a man's voice. I turned around and saw the guy in question a silvered haired boy who looked to be 17 wearing a blue overcoat.
"Why not!" I demanded.
"Don't you want to see your parents, White?" The boy asked.
I suddenly felt a surge of emotions mainly confusion, fear and joy all mixed in one.
"Why do they care about me now?" I asked pretending to get angry but he saw through it.
"They've always had, they just didn't have the power back then." The boy replied.
Before I asked by what he meant or how he knew my name , he quickly dragged me out of school and onto a rusty brown ATV that somehow made it look cool than unstable.
"Get on the back." the boy ordered but he ordered it in a calming voice. I then tried to run remembering the threat of whitney like a venomous whisper lingering in the air around me but he yanked me onto his back in one swift calm movement.
"Put me down now!" I demanded.
"This is my only ride." he replied before revving up his bike and went out into the open road with my nonstop endless amount of complants fading to the dust.
Author's note This is the first chapter of my experimental paring I am calling The White Shadow Shipping (Wes X White) . I hope this works out well.