Quinn's Downfall

Prologue

It was 1 week till Christmas but Quinn didn't care.  Since both his famous parents were going to be away for the next until after the new year, Quinn had come to expect he wasn't going to have a good Christmas. They only adopted him 18 years ago for the publicity.

Quinn had decided to take a walk along the beach that evening. As he neared the top of the stairs leading up thee cliff overlooking the beach he looked over a his house, watching as a helicopter took off from the roof. Quinn's "parents" had left. He sighed then slowly made his way over to the mansion nestled on the top off this cliff

Quinn entered the home kicking his slides off to the side of the door. He dragged himself up the stairs to his bedroom. He stared out his window overlooking the beach watching the helicopter disappear into the distance. "See ya" he said before shuffling to the bathroom.  Quinn turned on the shower and removed his clothes. The hot water trickled down Quinn's body as he stood thinking about what he was going to do for the next few weeks. Suddenly there was a loud bang  downstairs. Quinn turned off the shower with a puzzled look on his face. He quickly dried himself then wrapped the towel around his waist. 

He made his way down the stairs. The sun had set by now and the automatic lights turned on as Quinn entered the living room. He scanned the room noticing a broken vase lying on the ground near the French doors leading to the deck. Quinn walked over and closed the door then looked at the broken ceramic on the ground. "I'll clean it up later". He walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Quinn stood there staring inside and sighed, "I'm bored". Suddenly Quinn was grabbed from behind and a rag was placed over his mouth. Quinn tried to fight back but the person holding him was too strong. Quinn started to feel weak and drowsy. He stopped fighting back and slowly drifted off the sleep