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• THE CENTER   Chapter three

  There was a reason I didn't want to go to this school, it reminded me of a cage, like I was some animal who was trapped and couldn't escape, it reminded me of the time when I was weak minded and I counted the day till I meet my dead mother in heaven or even better hell, where I could blame the devil for all the bad things that had happened to me in my life.The most important thing that made my shiver and my skin to have goosebumps was him.As I found my dorm room I noticed that it was locked, so I used my key and opened it. The room was a small space with a blank wall, a bunk bed, wardrobe and a bathroom. It was nothing special.I decided to unpack my things.My torturer, my tormentor, my demon.The school reminded me of him, eyes constantly watching you and waiting for your mistake. I shook my head to remove the thought of him from m

• THE CENTER   Chapter two

  The 'CENTER'. I had heard of it before. If the name wasn't scary enough, I had heard rumors saying that place was for delinquents and some other scary shit about it been more of a prison than a school.Rumors on the street say the center is for psychopath and once you go in you can never come out the same, but I didn't give a fuck about it, intact I welcomed it, maybe a new environment and been with other delinquents like me will be good, at least I am not the only one crazy.After the police told me every thing about the school I told them that I will go with them if I go to my house and get more clothes and they agreed to it. I could not call that place a home.As I reached my house I immediately saw that my dad was standing in front of the house looking

• THE CENTER   CHAPTER ONE

  I hated my father even before my mother died. He was the most selfish man I had ever seen. My father was a bank manager, so that meant that he had a lot of money, but here is the funny part of the story, he would rather spend his money building a mansion than paying my school fees. He would rather buy you something useless than give you the money to buy something useful.When my mother died he became worse. He would leave the house for days sometimes even weeks and when he came back he would be drunk. Things only got worse from there, the new routine was he would come back drunk and beat me black and blue then when he is done he would pray for me. I would cry and beg him, scream but he never stopped.It started out small, I had no money to buy food and take care of my need so I started selling drugs, I would steal and beat people up and take their money. Things got so bad that I took the drugs to make me forget about my fucked up life and that assho