Grey's Tale ✅

Him

He looked out the window gritting his teeth. He had struck his mother for the first time, he remembered his father doing the same thing when he was a boy.

Lightning struck nearly making him jump out of his skin. He was terrified by this element, his memories was tormented by it.

He downed two pills hoping to calm himself.

He sat on the floor, his head throbbing. Tears streamed down his face as his memories swarmed in his head.

He was a tormented man because of his parents. Afghanistan ruined him, after several deployments he couldn't take it anymore his mind was destroyed.

Seeing hundreds of people die, almost dying himself, being tortured and forced to fight was the only thing he remembered from his deployments. He didn't remember all the people he saved, the praise he received and he hated himself for it

He looked over to his awards. A dozen metals awarded to him for his service. He chuckled to himself none of that crap was worth anything to him, he lost his mind for this blasted country and here he was suffering the concequences alone.

He brought a bottle of Jack Daniels to his lips, the bottle was nearly finished. Over and over he wished for eternal silence, to be free of his demons

Therapy was never an option, he was too prideful for that.

His phone vibrated in his pocket snapping him out of his trance.

"Hello" he answered roughly

"Boss you have a meeting in the next 10 minutes, where are you?" He hung up the phone and mentally cursed himself

He got up off of the floor and made himself presentable. He passed his parents room before leaving

"Serves you right!" His father's voice was strained and rough

"How could you say that!? Your son hit me!"

"He did something I've been wanting to do for a while now" he sighed and made his way downstairs

Grey never acknowledged his want for parents who loved him and each other. He distanced himself from his parents and his emotions continued to ruin his mind

Grey placed his shades over his eyes as he got out of his Mercedes Benz. Every expensive thing he owned was his father's attempt of creating a facade.

Grey walked into the auto body shop, the smell of gasoline was pungent and made him turn up his nose in disgust.

He was greeted by the mechanics he passed by, he did not care to greet them back.

He came off as cold and rude to everyone be came on contact with. He was not social and as a business man it didn't help with his interactions with investors but yet his father's business was still extremely successful

"Mr. Hamilton good to see you" he gave a curt nod to the manager.

Francis Jackson is his name Grey recalled. He remembered hiring him 6 year ago himself after they met at a convention for engineering

Grey was impressed by the Hispanic man's ambition and couldn't let someone like him escape from his grasp.

"Right this way" he followed the short man to his office

There sat a familiar face. He resembled his father quite a lot, raven color hair was slicked back, his tan skin was cover by an expensive suit, wrinkles adorned his face and his silver eyes were fixated on his phone

"Uncle" the man looked up from his phone and a smile formed on his face

"Finn Hamilton, it's been too long" he stood up from his chair and embraced his only nephew