Chapter 701: The Past of Zulrak
Alexander was watching the memories of Zulrak. It in fact seemed like he was living them.
[Memory]
*SLAP*
"Boy, you stole money from my wallet again?" A middle-aged drunk man shouted at a 10 years old boy.
"No sir, I didn't. I wasn't even at home at that time." The boy cried.
"So you have learned to lie? All right, no school for a week. You are grounded and will stay in your room. If I see you outside I'm going to beat you to a pulp. Do you understand?" The man sternly ordered.
"Yes, sir." The boy replied dejectedly and went to his small room. It was a 2 room small rundown apartment anyway. Soon, muffled sounds of female moans and thumps started coming from the other room.
This was the life of young Zulrak, who was called Tom in his younger days. He had no idea who his father was, his mother was a prostitute who got pregnant and decided not to kill the baby.
He was born and somehow grew up till now. The man who slapped him was his mother's boyfriend/pimp. It was a hellish life and he felt like running away every single day. He hated everyone, especially his mother as even she would beat him up when high on drugs. He used to stay in his locked room, fearing that someday, she might just kill me.