Martin Emil Sunter was a Helper Police Deputy. But there was something different about Martin. He was a member of the Order of the Black Rose. It was a secret Post-Delegationist society, that worked best at organizing their own welfare. Everyone in the society helped out each other, donating whatever was needed to the others. Because damn near every one of them was poor.
Martin lived in a small house on near the town market. He knew every inch of this small town, and the hills and creeks surrounding it. His wife, named Destiny, lived with him. So did their son Daniel (9), and their daughter Montana (7).
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As Martin drove with his little brother, Christopher in the cop car. He was reminded why he joined the order. His little brother had become badly addicted to Heroin. And he was picking Chris up from a local Heroin house.
"Why Chris? Why do you constantly have to fucking do this to us?" Martin said as he went from slapping Chris and watching the road.
"Fuck you man." Chris muttered.
"You little shit! If you don't start talking to me like a man I'm gonna beat your ass boy. I ain't here to play daddy." Martin yelled back.
"Look man. If I was going to get a rehab speech I wouldn't ask you. Why do you think you can yell at me for this shit?"
Martin shut up after Chris threw out that comment. It was true though. Why did Martin deserve to give this speech? He, who had been high almost his entire youth. Its true that drugs were a problem in the family. Chris wasn't the first, but was just currently the most severely addicted. First Chris was addicted to ecstasy, as the club drug had flooded the country during Chris's high school years. Then after graduation, Coke became the knew drug of choice. He had started getting into fights, and even partook in the family business. Which was selling Meth, and murdering people. Then it was Heroin, once their father kicked Chris out.
Martin lived in a small house on near the town market. He knew every inch of this small town, and the hills and creeks surrounding it. His wife, named Destiny, lived with him. So did their son Daniel (9), and their daughter Montana (7).
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As Martin drove with his little brother, Christopher in the cop car. He was reminded why he joined the order. His little brother had become badly addicted to Heroin. And he was picking Chris up from a local Heroin house.
"Why Chris? Why do you constantly have to fucking do this to us?" Martin said as he went from slapping Chris and watching the road.
"Fuck you man." Chris muttered.
"You little shit! If you don't start talking to me like a man I'm gonna beat your ass boy. I ain't here to play daddy." Martin yelled back.
"Look man. If I was going to get a rehab speech I wouldn't ask you. Why do you think you can yell at me for this shit?"
Martin shut up after Chris threw out that comment. It was true though. Why did Martin deserve to give this speech? He, who had been high almost his entire youth. Its true that drugs were a problem in the family. Chris wasn't the first, but was just currently the most severely addicted. First Chris was addicted to ecstasy, as the club drug had flooded the country during Chris's high school years. Then after graduation, Coke became the knew drug of choice. He had started getting into fights, and even partook in the family business. Which was selling Meth, and murdering people. Then it was Heroin, once their father kicked Chris out.