AN: Hello, I'm Ray. Enjoy and review, if you have the chance. It means a lot to me if you can find the time to do so. xx
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Lovino glanced at his alarm clock.
2:08 AM
Lovely.
He rolled out of bed and tapped a button on his laptop, striding past his desk and heading towards the hallway. He moved through the apartment as quietly as possible, reaching the kitchen and pouring half a pot of old coffee into a mug.
He popped it in the microwave for one minute and rifled through the cupboards and refrigerator, pulling out sugar and milk.
Coffee in hand, he stumbled back to his room in the dark. Reaching his bedroom, Lovi flicked on the light and ran his hand over the touch pad on his laptop's keyboard. It sprung to life, greeting him. He stared at it, grimly.
2:12 AM
A. Fucking. 'Mazing.
Lovi quickly chugged down the rest of his coffee, ignoring the sugary end taste that had potential to send him into a mini coma. He sat for an hour and typed at his keys gracefully, completing an essay he had planned to put off until morning. It would be summer soon, but what he was really looking forward to was attending college in the fall. He had big plans-big plans to get the fuck out of this town. And college seemed the only way to do so.
Now to email this essay and then he could pretend to sleep for a few more hours.
But Google Chrome wasn't loading.
Was something wrong? He squinted at the connection bar. A small snow flake symbol greeted him.
Oh hell no.
No no no no no.
Lovi quietly moved towards the living room, a sinking feeling resting in his gut. He knew what he would find before he got there...or rather, what he wouldn't find.
The wireless internet boxes and cables had been ripped from the wall. A dusty desktop sat on the desk next to the place where the wifi router should have been.
He knew it would happen eventually. Lovino's parents blamed a lot of his problems on excessive internet use. He saw this coming.
But in the last few months of his senior year? Couldn't they have waited until his entire career life didn't depend on his internet access? How the hell would he study? Or send emails to his teachers?
"What the fuck...what the fuck..." The small boy sunk to the floor, his back against the side of his parent's desk. He could feel tears forming but he was too ashamed to break down.
He sat there for what felt like an eternity, head in his hands.
Finally, he picked himself up off the ground and headed for his bedroom.
"Kids in China are starving you fucking ingrate. At least you get a goddamn education." He spoke harshly to himself, picturing all the people in the world who didn't have the advantages he had.
Closing his bedroom door softly, Lovi eyeing the empty coffee cup on his desk. After a moment of fighting himself, he decided to wait until the morning to bring it to the kitchen. He'd have to do the damn dishes before school anyway. Otherwise there would be hell to pay. He'd avoided the sink full the previous night. There was only so much his father would let him get away with.
"China, Lovi..." He muttered, falling face first into his bed, too exhausted to pull the covers over himself. "Useless fucking parents."
After an hour of sobbing, he fell into a dreamless sleep.