My past (part 2)

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This was going to be a long night. His first question was Why did you steal and sell cars if you were rich. I explained how my stepmother was abusive, so I spent most of my time on the streets out of her way until Mum came back to Dad and I. Leo kept asking question like how much did you earn, and did you ever sleep on the streets. I grabbed the Vodka bottle of the table to take a big swig before Leo snatched it out of my hands smashing in onto the ground. He then proceeded to throw the Tequila bottle down the driveway. We just sat in silence for most of the night before I answered his previous questions. The group would roughly earn around 3,500 for around three street racing cars depending on the engines in them. We would each get around 500 dollars which my stepmother would take about 100 of it to keep my secret from my Dad. Most nights when I was a teen, I would be out of the house sleeping in the gutters on the streets or hungover at a friend's place. 

To drown out all the pain of my mother leaving and my Dad to caught up at work I drank most night and I became pretty good at acting sober in front of Mum and Dad. The only reason Mum came back is because one night she saw me sleeping in the gutters of an alley down the street from the apartment. My stepmother fought for custody of me as she wanted to be my legal guardian for my skill. She wanted me to pay for her lavish lifestyle with my thieving habit. Mum finally won legal custody of me at the age of 14 and I moved to Florida with her and that is where I met Chad and Aiden. Chad became my rock and I was finally off the streets. Leo ended up holding me in his arms while we swung on the chair in the back yard. I woke up to a little face looking up to me with small happy brown eyes. Alexander was sitting on the ground staring at us. I scooped him up and nestled him in between Leo and me. My life had finally reached happy again. I didn't have certain people in my life anymore, but it finally felt right. 

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