The Next Day…
Anon woke up from his bed, immediately went into the shower.
After taking a shower, he returned to his room and started dressing up for the academy.
Today, Anon decided to tweak his uniform a little according to his time’s design.
After a little tweaking, his uniform looked very cool.
He got fully dressed and had his breakfast with Moon and Hillary.
After his breakfast, he exited the house to leave for the academy. But as soon as he was about to get inside the carriage, he heard a very loud voice from his neighborhood.
“You bitch, you don’t have money for me now? What the fuck is your problem? I need money… Give me money.”
“Excuse me, sir. Hold the carriage, I am coming back in just a minute.” Anon said as he looked at the carriage driver and gave him a smile.
“Whatever you say. You pay me to drive you, boy. I can wait here all day if you want.” The carriage driver replied with a straight face.
“Good…” Anon said as he left the place and moved towards the source of the voice.
As he walked towards the voice, he started to hear slapping sounds coming from Jule’s neighbor Melanie’s house.
“Hmm….? What is happening here?” Anon said as he slowly peeked at Melanie’s house.
There was a young man standing in front of the house with a very gorgeous milf in front of him… she was none other than Melanie herself.
She had big boobs and a giant butt… it’s like when you mix Hillary and Moon together… you get Melanie.
The guy standing in front of her was her son, Lester. He had full eyes, big black spots under his eyes, his whole body was vibrating, and he is bent down a little from his back.
‘He is a drug addict… last stage.’ Anon immediately found out because back on Earth, he used to deal with this type of fuckers very often.
There are three stages to drug addiction…
First stage, normal alcoholic drinking and cigarettes. In this stage, the patient gets addicted to nicotine, but his character becomes a little violent when he doesn’t get it.
In this stage, the patient can be easily saved by fighting the urge or using nicotine patches, but obviously they are not invented here yet.
Then comes the second stage, the real addiction.
In this stage, the patient gets addicted to real drugs, like Ganja, Heroin, and methamphetamine.
This stage can be dangerous and cannot be… at this stage, the addicted patient needs a strong dose of any drug that can force his mind to produce more dopamine.
And if the drug is not provided to him on time, his body will start to vibrate… it will feel like his world is breaking down, his breath is stopping, and someone is choking him down.
Even at this stage, the addicted can come back to his senses if operated roughly, like tying him to a chair and beating him until he stops even thinking about drugs or just tying him down also works but he will make a lot of noise… so beating is a good option.
It’s dangerous when it gets up to level 3, the last stage.
It’s very dangerous when it gets to this stage. At this stage, the patient has no turning back; even when treated roughly, he can only die at best.
The patient needs at least 5 doses of high-quality drugs in a day, and if they are not provided to him on time, he can become wild and very dangerous to anyone… he can’t identify the difference between friends or foes.
He will kill or die until he gets the needed drugs.
Slap
Suddenly Lester slapped her again, and she fell down on the ground.
“Les… I don’t have any money now. You took everything from me. You took the last savings from me yesterday, that I saved for you to study in the academy.
You sold my jewelry, you sold my gold bangles, and even…
I don’t have anything now. I don’t even have the money to feed you or me. The only thing I have now is this house.”
“You fucking bitch. I need money, give me money. You are my mother, right? I am in pain, help me, you whore.” Lester shouted as he picked up a metal rod from the ground and pulled it back with full pressure.
“Nooooo…” Melanie said as she braced herself for the beating. 𝗼𝘃𝗹.𝗼𝐫𝗴
But before the rod could’ve hit Melanie’s body, a hand came in between and stopped the rod.
This hand belonged to Anon himself.
“Hmm…? Who the fuck-” Before Lester could’ve said anything else, Anon gave him a very hard slap… as soon as this slap touched his cheek, he hit the ground and went unconscious.
Thud
Melanie opened her eyes slowly and looked at her son’s unconscious body.
“H-Huh? Is that you, Jule?” She asked as she looked at Anon.
“Hello, neighbor.” Anon said as he gave her a hand in standing up.
“Mmnn~ What happened?” Lester said as he came to his senses again.
He looked at his mother getting help from Jule in standing up.
“Hey, How dare you… ?” Lester said as he stood up from the ground.
“You are Jule, right? The neighbor’s kid.” Lester asked as he stood up.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“Why don’t you go to that shitty academy of yours and enjoy the rest of your day peacefully. Just leave this matter to me. I am the man of this house.” Lester said as he looked at Anon with a very serious expression.
“A man doesn’t do this kind of thing. Those who don’t have the power pick up a weapon are not men. You are just a fucking drug-addicted pimp.
A real man never beats his mother.” Anon said as he placed his hand over Melanie’s shoulder.
“Ohhh, so you are whoring yourself out to him, huh? Oi, give me some money for using my mother.” Lester said as he raised the metal rod towards Anon.
“Les… don’t you dare say another word from your mouth.” Melanie said as tears started coming out of her eyes and an angry expression appeared on her face.