The submissive mushroom boy

Hated

So idk why but I'm feeling so into making flashbacks for this story rn. This one is Devy's and uhm... If the title says anything.. This is going to be entirely Devy's POV btw
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June 3rd 2002 (age 2)
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I slowly waddle into the kitchen just as a man pokes Daddy with a big pointy thing. There's a lot of red water on the floor after and Daddy's not moving. I waddle over to Daddy and say
"Daddy wut wong?" The man notices me finally and picks me up.
"Hewos mittew" I smile widely at the man
"Hello sweet boy I am going to put you somewhere okay and I am going to call the police. They're gonna come take care of your Daddy and you." He says as he sets me down in the pantry.
"Now I'm going to lock the door so you can't get out" the man tells me as he shuts the door. I don't know how long it takes but I eventually start crying because I am afraid of the dark. I hear the door and then a lady picks me up.
"Cap there's a baby!"
"Wait that must be the kid the note on the fridge is about" one officer says as he walks over and takes me from the lady
"Hello little boy, is your name Devin?" He asks me
"Hewos me Debin"
"Hi Devin I am officer Jones. I'm going to wait here with you until some people come for you"
"Why?"
"Uhm because they are going to take care of you" take care of me?
"Wut bowt Daddy?"
"Your Daddy can't take care of you any longer Devin. I'm sorry sweet boy" Some people eventually take me in a big car.

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April 29, 2007 (age 7)
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In and out of different foster homes... I don't have many friends. This home is the worst in the past year. I sneak upstairs to try and get a little more food and one of their real kids see me.
"Ew what is it doing out of the basement." A girl says to me. Foster mother comes over to me and slaps me
"What are you doing up here?!" I point towards the kitchen and then at my stomach
"Oh are you hungry?" Foster mother asks me and I nod quickly
"Too bad" she says as she ushers me back down in the basement.
"Eat the crackers I kindly gave you. You don't get real food. You don't deserve real food" She shoves me down on the mattress I have and walks back upstairs.
"Since I can't trust you to stay down here I will be locking the door until morning" and just as she says... I hear the door locking. Tears fall from my eyes as I eat a few crackers. I flop over onto my side and cry myself to sleep.

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August 21, 2007 (age 7)
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CPS takes me back finally. I exit the house with my 1 backpack of belongings and get into the workers car I lived with them for 6 months and not once did they treat me like I was a human. The worker starts ask me the usual questions
"How was this family?" I don't say anything, and then I think the gears click in her head
"right you're mute. You don't talk. I'll ask you the questions once we get back to the office so you can write your answers for me" I nod even though I'm unsure if she could see. Once we're back at the office we go into her little room and she starts asking me the usual questions after she gives me a notebook
"So Devin how was this family?"
'They were okay' I write
"Alright, did they treat you well?"
'no' 
"Can you tell me how?"
'I lived in the basement and barely ate' after I write that she looks at me with genuine concern.
"Devin how much did you eat a day?"
'some days a few crackers and others nothing. Mother said I was lucky she gave me the crackers' I write. The worker gets up and says to me 
"I'll be right back Devin stay in here please" I nod in response as she walks out. A few minutes later she walks in with a supervisor and a bowl of food for me.
"Eat this please Devin. It's some macaroni and cheese" She places the small bowl in front of me and places a spoon next to it. I look up at her confused... the past 4 years left me very behind development wise due to being transferred between so many foster homes.. I never once learned how to eat with silverware. I stick my hand in the macaroni and cheese and start eating it. It's pretty good. I hear the worker and her supervisor whispering, but I don't care what they're saying. This macaroni and cheese thing is really good. After I finish the worker cleans my hands and wipes my face then asks me with concern written all over her face as she holds up the spoon
"Do you know how to use this Devin?" I shake my head no in response. Then write on my paper
'I never learned. I can barely write' the worker nods and looks up to the supervisor for advice.
"I think he needs a special kind of home for a little while, one where he can learn basic things" The supervisor says to the worker

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October 13, 2012 (age 12)
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My foster mom drives me to school like normal. 
"Have a great day at school Devin"
"I will" I reply as I walk into my school. Seeing my best friend Talia 
"Devyy!" She yells running up to me and hugging me. I freeze up still not used to hugs.
"Right sorry I forgot you're not much into hugs" She apologizes
"It's okay" I reply giving her a soft smile and immediately going back to my normal emotionless face... but it was too late... she saw me smile. I never smile
"You smiled! Devy you smiled!
"no I didn't" I reply quickly our other friend Jesse comes up to us
"JESSE DEVY SMILED" Talia screams at him. Jesse takes one look at me and says 
"Talia. Dev wouldn't smile. I don't think he has emotions"
"thanks Jesse.." I say and sigh quietly
"You're welcome" We hear the bell ring and Talia and Jesse go to their class, which is different than mine. I sit alone in class taking notes. The teacher has to step out of the classroom for a moment to run and make some copies of a paper we need to do leaving us kids all alone. One of the school bullies comes up to me. 
"Hey loser" I just ignore him and keep working on my notes. 
"What's wrong Devy~" He says using my nickname from Talia
"Do you mind? I'm trying to work on my notes" I say to him quietly trying to not start a fight.. that worked so well..
"Oh your notes?" He picks up my notebook and starts to rip all the pages out and ripping up all the pieces. I start to pick up all the pieces of my notebook and he kicks me in the gut. I fall to the ground grabbing my stomach
"ow!"
"Look at that guys he's so pathetic!" He yells as he keeps kicking me in the stomach and ribs One of his friends pushes me onto my back so now he's kicking my ribs mainly. The friend starts to punch me in the jaw. A minute later 2 teachers come and force the bully and his friend off of me. One of my classmates rolls me onto the side that wasn't kicked.. and I puke up blood
"Mrs. Johnson! Devin just puked up blood!" He yells at our teacher. All I can feel is pain... my vision blurs and my hearing fades.. am I dying? Next thing I know it's all black.

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March 31 2018 (age 18) 
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"Get out of my house." My foster mother says to me.
"B-but"
"No you turned 18 I can kick you out now! The state can't save you now Devin!" She shoves me out onto the street with my bags and shuts me out... I'm homeless. 

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current day (age 24)
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I hear someone lightly knock on the door of me and Kevin's room
"Come in" I quietly say hopefully loud enough to hear me. 2 familiar boys walk in and look at Kevin and I.
"He crashed a few minutes ago" I say to the duo. Receiving nods in response
"What did they do to you guys? We weren't given much information" Chase asks as he sits down bringing Wisam to sit on his lap.
"They drugged both of us, and raped Kevin... he passed out and they ran because they thought they killed him.. I thought so too... I fought so hard to get up and free myself. I freed myself and got to him as quickly as possible. He had a pulse and my brain kicked into gear.. I got myself over to my phone and dialed 911.. don't remember anything afterwards." I explain to them
"wow.." Wisam finally speaks. Wisam goes silent again looking like he's deep in thought. I see Chase tighten his arm around Wisams's waist
"Wisam come back to me baby. I'm here" I can see the pure fear in his eyes.
"He's scared. You can see it in his eyes. Lemme guess... that's the first time he's spoken since you guys got the call?" I ask
"Yeah. it's like his brain just... shut off..." Chase trails off bringing a hand up to play with the younger boys hair I set my hand on Wisam's knee squeezing gently trying to help bring him back down to earth. It must work because he looks around and then lowers his head
"S-Sorry..."
"Don't be sorry baby.. you're scared. You can't help your reaction." Chase says to the younger gently.
"I wish I could..."