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Chapter 1: The Move

 The clanking and shuttering of his sleazy uncle's old 2 by 4 truck along the road to his new home were enough already to put anyone in a bad mood. Ash sighed as he recalled some past events that led him to this state.

His mother divorced his father when he was just a baby and destroyed any proof of his existence. Ash, being so young didn't remember him all that well, and he had no proof or pictures of his father. Ash never knew what his father looked like.

Ash coughed as his uncle took another puff from his cigar and his bong. The smell alone was enough to make him gag, not to mention vomit. To top off this horrible condition bombarding his senses, Was the smell of rum and lipstick on his uncle's mouth every time he took a wheezy breath?

Ash pulled his scarf up over his nose and mouth in a desperate attempt to protect what little he had left of his sense of taste and smell. He could hear his uncle grumble about having to cook for him now and how he was going to keep the single, non-family man reputation he had built in this hellhole of a town.

He resumed his reminiscing and thought back to the day his mother gave up on her war of depression and killed herself in front of her son. He didn't hate her, but sometimes he wished he did for leaving him all alone with someone who shouldn't ever cross paths with a baby, let alone him.

The funeral was cheap; only his uncle and the man who had been trying to bang on his mom showed up. He left a small paper flower on her casket as they lowered it. He was yelled at for crying and was smacked on his left cheek to stop being 'weak," according to his uncle.

He hated him, he hated Oak, he hated himself, he hated his dad, he hated his uncle, and he hated this whole situation! He wiped his startled tears before he got another beating courtesy of his uncle. Ash closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep.

Only to get a rude awakening at the truck lurching forward and stopping, they were here. A woman in nothing but a bra came out and kissed Giovanni. It was his new aunt, Domino. Newt to her was his uncle's purebred cat, Persian, who looked as if he got more food than Ash will ever get.

"Hey kiddo, have some beer," Domino said, pulling out an apple cider beer.

She was ditzy, but she meant well. Ash thanked her and went inside. Ash didn't hate Domino; she was nice but not very smart, both in school and on the street. She grew up selling her body and wasn't used to any love, but she was kind and loved herself. Though she burned his toast the next day, ash cut around it, and she ate it anyway.

James came out of nowhere and gave him a key to his room before running off to fuck his girlfriend, Jessie. Ash sighed as he got ready for bed once again; tomorrow would be a new day. Hopefully, he could get used to this, or maybe something would make it better.