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"It was once a pretty nice house. But time and nature rendered it to this state. As I already said I tend to avoid this place. But it might be interesting for you. Because things happened here, that made me the man I am today." Hij hing zijn bontjas over een oude houten stoel en nam plaats in één van de zetels. "You see my parents both died in an airplane crash, that's what everyone told me at least even though I wouldn't be suprised if some family member killed them. I was only four year old they could've told me anything and I would've believed them. Years earlier my mother broke all ties with her family. The marriage between her and my dad wasn't accepted. Never did her family know she would become quite rich. Rich enough to buy this beautiful house. Her family was rather poor so when my parents died a fight over the inheritance broke loose. In the end the following agreement was made. The person who got the house and most part of the money would also take care of little me. My uncle and aunt loved the money and wealth, but they weren't to keen on me. I was banished to the cellar, had to do all these chores for them. If I objected they would beat me up. I still have some scars on my hands." Hij toonde haar enkele rode ruwe plekjes op zijn polsen. "This is from the one time my uncle extinguished his cigarettes on me because I had told him to cook his own food. And then one day something snapped. I took my uncle's shooting gun and killed them." Het was waar dat hun dood kort was geweest. Daar had Ezra tot op de dag van vandaag spijt van. Wat had hij hen graag gemarteld, tot bij hun laatste adem de meest vreselijke pijn laten voelen. "Sometimes I think I should be thankful to them. Because without them I would have never gotten where I am today. But most of the time I just feel hatred towards them." Zijn hand trilde. "Maybe we should move on to the next place. I'll tike you somewhere a more fun."
"It was once a pretty nice house. But time and nature rendered it to this state. As I already said I tend to avoid this place. But it might be interesting for you. Because things happened here, that made me the man I am today." Hij hing zijn bontjas over een oude houten stoel en nam plaats in één van de zetels. "You see my parents both died in an airplane crash, that's what everyone told me at least even though I wouldn't be suprised if some family member killed them. I was only four year old they could've told me anything and I would've believed them. Years earlier my mother broke all ties with her family. The marriage between her and my dad wasn't accepted. Never did her family know she would become quite rich. Rich enough to buy this beautiful house. Her family was rather poor so when my parents died a fight over the inheritance broke loose. In the end the following agreement was made. The person who got the house and most part of the money would also take care of little me. My uncle and aunt loved the money and wealth, but they weren't to keen on me. I was banished to the cellar, had to do all these chores for them. If I objected they would beat me up. I still have some scars on my hands." Hij toonde haar enkele rode ruwe plekjes op zijn polsen. "This is from the one time my uncle extinguished his cigarettes on me because I had told him to cook his own food. And then one day something snapped. I took my uncle's shooting gun and killed them." Het was waar dat hun dood kort was geweest. Daar had Ezra tot op de dag van vandaag spijt van. Wat had hij hen graag gemarteld, tot bij hun laatste adem de meest vreselijke pijn laten voelen. "Sometimes I think I should be thankful to them. Because without them I would have never gotten where I am today. But most of the time I just feel hatred towards them." Zijn hand trilde. "Maybe we should move on to the next place. I'll tike you somewhere a more fun."
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