Cast Out (Book 1 Done; Book 2 In-Progress)

Prologue Part 2

-----18 years later

I'm free.

I don't feel any different though. I finally finished serving my sentence, and they let me out of the place that I'd been in for half of my life. I'm not sure what to do now. I've checked with all of the banks I used to have accounts with, and all of my assets were frozen since before I was put in prison. Life in there was harsh. Everyone in there already knew who I was, and being famous in a prison as the ex-billionaire party-boy that embezzled all the money investors had entrusted to the company. There were a LOT of unhappy people in that prison that were former investors. I'd had to train my body so that I could fend off some of the weaker ones, and had to come up with ways to make sure I didn't get "accidentally" killed by some of the stronger ones.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts of that place, I turned my attention back to the house I was standing in front of. It was a normal house, 2 stories, with light-brown walls with a dark-green door. It only had a small driveway in front of it, but that didn't matter because the backyard was huge. I must've looked weird, standing there in a tight grey t-shirt and black jeans just staring at a house. Just another random person with light-brown skin and brown eyes, with short black hair, staring at a house.

Why was I staring at the house?

Because it was mine. Or at least it would've been, 18 years ago. After I'd found out Sarah was pregnant, I'd started looking for a house that the 3 of us could live in. Sarah had never really gotten used to all the money and wealth that I had, and was more comfortable living like normal people. I'd wanted to surprise her when she and Talia finally left the hospital. I'd have driven us not to where my uncle's mansion was (that's where we normally stayed), but to our new house. She would've smiled and been really happy, and I could've watch Talia grow up in it.

The dark-green door opened, and a man and a woman came out of the house with their kids following behind. They headed to their car which was parked out on the driveway, and I turned and started walking away.

'At least that house was able to make another family happy.'

It should've been mine, though. That should've been me walking out of the house with Sarah and Talia, heading to some normal place. But the house wasn't mine anymore. Everything I had, was repossessed by the government and then sold off again.

I'd known this ever since I last saw Sarah, but getting a glimpse of what I could've had made me realize it again.

I'd lost everything.

-----6 months later

"911 what's your emergency?"

"--Uh, hi, there's a homeless guy that I thought was sleeping under a bridge near my house. I tried waking him up to tell him to move, because I didn't want him to be anywhere near where my kids might go to play, but he wasn't moving. And I don't mean that he didn't want to move from his spot. I mean that he literally didn't move at all.... I think he might be dead."

"Got it, we'll be sending an ambulance to your location right now sir."

"Ok, thanks"

..........

'Where am I?' Was the first thought that came to mind when I woke up. I was in a white room, on a bed with an annoying monitor that kept making beeping sounds.

Beep!...Beep!...Beep!...Beep!

A door opened and a man in a white coat stepped through.

"Oh, you're awake. That's good, that's good. You're a very lucky person you know."