Chapter 153: The Bulding Of A Hard Life
Chapter 153: The Bulding Of A Hard Life
Dipter had been sentenced to juvenile detention for a total of five years. The charges against him included the use of illegal substances and his role in running a particular underground organization. He wasn’t the only one, several of his close friends were caught up in it too.
Due to their age, their sentences weren’t as harsh as they could’ve been. The court had ruled they be sent to a juvenile detention center instead of prison. For now. But once they came of age, they’d be transferred, no questions asked.
Dipter didn’t know how to feel about any of it.
He’d never expected to end up in a place like this.
Back in the real world, when he’d hit a few kids his age, the teachers always brushed it off. Boys will be boys, they’d say with a shrug. Even when things went too far, the worst that ever happened was a scolding or a warning. The police barely paid attention.
At school, he’d had the principal and most of the teachers in his back pocket. It was then that Dipter realized, I’m untouchable.
Or so he thought.
The drugs? They weren’t even directly tied to him. Usually, the police went after the bigger fish. Even the low-level sellers didn’t get more than a slap on the wrist. But this time was different. He couldn’t slip through the cracks. Not with someone specific behind the scenes, pulling strings and making sure he was locked up for good.
Someone had made this personal.
What stood out was that all the people arrested with him were sent to different detention centers. It wasn’t random. The authorities wanted to keep them separated, make sure they couldn’t regroup or build a gang inside the system.
The entire process felt distant. Surreal. Dipter went through the motions like a ghost. The numbness never really left.