The Train Of Fate

~ Chapter 1 ~

~ Vale's story ~

His life was different before he met HER.

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(Before the prologue)

"Where did you get that from? Give that back, NOW!"

Vale's father yelled, the decibels echoing around the lifeless house. Pointing at the picture clutched in his hand, he was convulsing in anger, like he was ready to pounce. The man's callous eyes bore into Vale's fragile skin, nearly causing him to shiver in fright. Nearly. He was divergent to the person he was a year ago.

CRASH! A beer bottle smashed into the ground, breaking into a million pieces.

Vale shuddered, but stood his ground. He was not afraid of his father yelling at him anymore. He didn't care about his father anymore either. He hated him. The loving side of his father died a long time ago, when Vale's mother passed away.

Ever since Vale's mother died, he's once bright life had become clouded with misery and darkness. The consoles from the others had become suffocating, they all felt fake.

No one knew my mom like I did.

He was alone and unwanted, forgotten by those that were close to him.

Vale could remember the time when him and parents were happy together, but now his father barely talked to him and he would rather not be around him. The poor boy didn't even have time to grieve her death, since he was so busy looking after his father. Slowly, he lost his loving father to the beast that was unleashed from him instead.

At the beginning, his dad would just lock himself in his room and not come out for days. He stayed there isolating himself from the only family he had left, not realising that his own son was breaking inside just like him. His self-centred self didn't even bother to examine how his son was feeling ...

Sure, his father must have been affected by the grief and the pain, but Vale soon realized that it wasn't the only thing to worry about.

He saw the bills. And the eviction letter.

The funeral itself cost so much and they had so many debts to pay. His father was always at home now, since he was 'unable to work with his circumstance'. It was all up to Vale to make the money for the house.

As the unfortunate young man worked his butt off trying to make enough money to stay in that house, his father just got worse by being cooped up in the room. He drank more and more and just became more aggressive day by day, until he started taking out his wrath on his son.

The first time Vale was attacked, he was ... shocked. Years ago he would have never expected it from his dad, but then again this man was not his father, he was a monster. Soon enough it became the norm, the bruises became part of him.

And his once high grades at school were starting to drop, just like everything else around him.

It was all too much for a young fourteen-year-old boy.

Mum must be so disappointed.

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Vale was going to run away.

It was Saturday, the perfect time for him to leave. As he packed his stuff: a jacket, some  money that he found around the house and his headphones, he also made sure to take the picture with him. It was his only memory of things before they went so wrong. The reason it was important however, was for a different reason.