Keaton blinked a few times as he regained consciousness the sedatives he was put on wore off as he spaced back to reality, he coughed feeling the blood rush right to his head his memory from the previous night was blurry faded to almost nothing, as he snapped his head looking for Myra.

He moved up a bit trying to sit a bit more comfortable stretching his legs out, he could feel a sharp and stinging pain at the side of his rib, "Shit" He yelped trying to run his to grab on to the side of his waist that hurt like he was punched three hundred times by a world class heavyweight champion, but he felt the cuffs pulling him down.

"What the fuck?" He tugged a bit harder regretting immediately as it applied pressure on his ribs,, the chains dangled at the feet of the pole he was cuffed to, you could here the shackles jiggle ring in your ears echoing through the unfamiliar room.

"Welcome to life pretty boy stop tugging we have tried it doesn't bulge just leaves annoying cuts and blisters you can't touch"

A voice in the dark called out squinting his eyes he couldn't make out a face she sounds rough from the sound of her voice it had a raspy edge and her comment attracted a few grunts and annoyed sighs but mostly everyone remained silent.

Her face was too dark to make out, it was times like that that made Keaton hate his partial night blindness.

What the hell is happening? He thought to himself, blinking as he tried to adjust his eyes to the dimly lit room, His memories tried to remember what happened the night before,? How did he get here,? Where is the girl he was with in the car, ?What is going on? Who is going to answer all this questions?

His eyes eventually began to adjust to the environment it was in equity other faces that all sat down in positions adjacent or quite opposite to his own, half of what he could make out was mostly darkness and a few of then still had their heads down snapping out of his concentration, he heard a growl from his opposite side.

Feeling the drowsiness hit him all over he fought to stay awake but he gave up eventually falling back to sleep.

"Get me the fuck out of here" Dylan cried out talking at his cuffs much more aggressively, he could feel his wrist threatening to snap at the force of his final pull, he cried out saliva dripping from his mouth down to his clothes as the tears flowed freely.

"Jesus Christ can someone kill the kid before we get killed he is starting to piss me off" Leigh growled her head pounding from Dylan's stupid attempt to escape, Dylan lean back hit his head into the wall ignoring the only person who has been talking since he regained consciousness.

His mind blanked at her words as he thought back to how he got here the pain in his head made him calm down, the whole environment falling back into silence noe you could here the whimpering and crying.

The day started like another, in his dad's mansion a night a after a rave, always hung over it was an healthy pattern he was accustomed to, His parents fighting over something he would never fighting to something he would never care to much to ask about.

Dylan Blitz, Son of the owner of the multi-millionaire company, the golden boy every parent wished to have.

The Blitz, picture perfect family everyone wanted to be like were jealous of, he was the star player of the football team and run a scholarship through college a genius with over 180 consider a genius, he was loved by one and all.

He was a picture perfect boy but also perfect in person, his dark brown hair was always gelled in place, creating the perfect medium for his baby blue eyes to stand out above his full grown always pucked eyebrows, with the best grades and his sister was the anchor he had to his parents failing marriage.

Amelia Blitz, She was 16, when she died in a fire accident, that was when it all went wrong.

His dad's company's ignorance, they didn't care about guild lines and workers safety, she begged him to get her the job because she was tired of being locked up in her room all day and he convinced his dad to let her do some office work he wasn't there the night she died,

The Blitz bought all media press and covered up the deaths like it never happened and that was it. they never spoke about her death, they just fight around it but never spoke about it, her burial was a private affair and his dad was too busy to attend, he mum said nothing to him after that, It was a forbidden it was like she was never on of the family.

Amelia used to be a wildcard, never listened to them about anything she was a rebel, but she didn't deserve that, Her pictures were taken from the walls, she was never spoken of and that was the last time they ever sat together like a family, Of course on the outside they were mourning the loss of a daughter and their son had to drop out because of the loss of his best friend, but to his dad it was another employee dead, it was like her death was planned it opened doors for more opportunities.

The night she died something died in him she was his smile, his hope, his joy and she was gone so was all those, he lost a reason to live so he became a raging alcoholic, drug addict and a college drop out with friends who could care less if he was dead or alive so as long as he gets them something to help them stay high. .

Dylan grimaced hearing his mum and dad screaming at each other, Well his mom would usually scream while his dad would sit on the kitchen Isle drinking alcohol while the maid would replace all they broke during their arguments, it's a pattern he was used to but the hangover wasn't exactly making it easy.

Getting off his bed he shrugged of his sneakers they hit the floor with a light thud, he groaned at the hangover from last night's rave building up he shouldn't have done that much shit he thought to himself, the event of the night pretty much blurred out after the second round, Pulling his top off his head,

Dylan could have sworn that wasn't the clothes he wore to the rave as he watched the black top land with a light thud on the floor of his already mess room, pausing as he heard items breaking from his parents spree.

" You fucking bastard" his mum's high pitched voice screaming at his dad as more crashing was heard from the living room wincing as her voice made his head hurt the action drawing treats to his eyes, he walked across his room hoping on his bed he grabbed his headphones.

Pulling them over his ears, he scrolled through his iPhone picking out a playlist of He uses to block out the noise from his parents annoying voices, the pain of developing in a migraine was better than the voices and the thing they were about to say to themselves.

Walking into his bathroom he stripped out of the rest of his clothes picking up an half bottle of vodka drinking the rest of the contents,He walked to he closet picking out an outfits for today.

Walking further into the bathroom, He picked out his toothbrush running a line of toothpaste on it, Proceeding to brushing his teeth and splashing water on his face, to pass for bathing. He pulled out some aspirin tablet from the first aid kit knocking down to pills down his throat.

Looking into his mirror it didn't help that they had the same eye colour exactly the same, she was 16 but she looked way to much like him she could pass as a boy with his ID, she dressed like him and she was a lesbian but that wasn't a problem to him he loved her nonetheless.

Dylan felt the anger building from not being high enough he slammed his fist into the mirror, it all came shattering down to the floor, he scoffed as the blood tricked down his bloody wrist his hand were numb to the pain, that was the third mirror this week progress, he wiped of the lone tear with a forced smile

Puting on his outfit for the day, he pulled down his headphones to putting his Calvin Klein white round neck shirt on, he heard a soft knock on his door, "I'll be there in a minute" He called out walking to the door, picking out accessories and applying body perfumes, he grabbed his rings, as he walked to wards his door

"Mister Dylan you parents requests for your attention and what do you want for breakfast" Mrs Pattinson a 50 year old woman who has been working as his parents house keeper for years stood looking all feeble and tired, she used to be happier when things at home was better

He forced a smile the woman returned one to him, "I'll be skipping breakfast ma'am and I'll attend to to my parents in a while" Thank you, He said in the most polite way that he could He watched the woman nod has she turned on her heels walking the other direction back to my screaming parents.

"Good morning Mrs pat" He called after her shutting the door behind him

Dylan couldn't help but wonder why they were currently fighting and he thought to himself why in heavens name do they need his attention, cleaning off his bloody wrist he ran son bandages over his cut wounds thankful none of them had glass shards in it this times, he picked up his phone, shutting off the blinds in his room has he walked out downstairs.

The whole room died down the moment he walked in, He glances over at him mom with red puffy eyes, The plates in the kitchen were shattered all across the floor a few flower vases and a new one which he hadn't seen before was the dining room table was also split in half.

"Good morning son"

"Don't call me that please" He hissed at his dad, looking at him with his perfect suit no creases not even a single strand of his hair was out of place, always gelled to perfection like he had his shit together.

Dylan mocked, he has a bit of gray hair probably from the stress not like he cared anyways, Standing at the doorway he waited impatiently for them to speak up.

"Your dad and I are getting a divorce" His mum's broken voice spoke up from the corner she sat, He nodded was that supposed to come as a shock to him or he wasn't getting the point of the meeting.

"Well..." he added expecting something, "You won't react?" Her broken voice said again,

"Do what makes you happy, I have to go out anyways" He walked back into the living room, picking up his phone to make call..

The day pretty much went by fast.

He got drunk.

He got high.

His buddies, Oliver and his sister Arabella, Gunner all decide to hit up one more club before they called it a night, "Guys are even supposed to be driving" Gunner slurred his voice high causing Arabella to his at the idiot.

"Dylan is not going to get us killed and it's a straight road ahead" Arabella shut the raging fool up, leaning against her brother who was out cold, She took a puff out of the weed she had left throwing it out the window.

"Tell him to shut up please" Dylan begged as he felt the effects of the pills start to take a turn, "guys is that a guy standing in the middle of the road?" As he swerved off the road trying avoid hit the man driving at a full speed , he lost control and all he remembers was the screaming of Arabella and a high pitched ringing in his ears