The next day Dwight was by himself once again and only had a sandwich as he walked to work. He worked at the famous Macmillan estate that was known for mining coal and other necessary resources. Basically he was the earn boy since he is too weak for all the heavy lifting that is mostly done in the job. But it did at least payed above minimum wage though. Not enough for him to live of from on a daily so he trys to save up for good and avoids any type of transportation since he can't afford it. No wonder why he was normally so early to arrive because if he didn't he would ended up being late and instantly fired from the only job he managed to get.
It was the middle of the day as he lifted some crates that he could barely lift as everyone around him had mock and laught at his weak form. Dwight wore a grey hood and rounded glasses with a beany and baggy jeans, his hair was a coconut style as the sun boils him alive. These where his only clothes that he didn't mind getting dirty as he can't afford even the basic needs. "Fuck assholes." He had whispered out accidents as someone had instantly heard him and kicked him down as the crate he was carrying landed on top of him.
Whimpering as he felt every kick to the gut. It didn't matter if he was suppose to be helping them they all saw him a replaceable and useless. What a way to live his life right?
Not long the same man that had kicked him was punched in the gut by a scared fist. Dwight had recognised the man that had caused harm to the other. It was the future hire of the mines Evan Macmillan.
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Falling For My Boss
FanfictionDwight was a singel 19 year old boy some would say who has developed depression, insomnia and has a cutting habit. His life was shit and meaningless and every day he has worked for the Macmillan estate. To which he had developed feelings for the you...
