A not so Baby Boy (Victor)

[Will (DELETED 5374)]

He came from a pretty damn well off family. Not that Will had the money his family had anymore, he could of course get it but what was the point. He had learned that Becca his ex-wife and now mistress to one of his old buddies from High School was only after him because of his family name, hell the ***** still kept his family name just so she could use it to gain some favors. Nothing like being able to ******* a Maxwell. He ran a finger through his ear hole tugging on it slighlty to help him keep him tempter.

No his mother wasn't exactly happily married to his father, he was born just to assure the family name still held respect even with his father in love with another man, not that it bothered him but the lies that pilled up did. His mother and father were best friends, their marriage was more of a business arrangement and he didn't care about that fact either. Sure he was told to never talk or tell anyone and he didn't, but why couldn't the truth just be the truth. Would ruin the family name. Not that his family was about power and money, no, that's why he had to work hard, sure while he was in school he had all the backing he needed from his family. Once he was finished, married he got a nice little set up, a nice town house in the city, in a not so bad location. He was assured to have food and the roof but nothing else. If he wanted power and water and heat he had to work and he had always been told that, it wasn't like a big *** surprise to him. His father had done it, his grandfather wanted the family the heads of that family to know what hardwork really was so they would keep running the family business and the family name with 'respect'.

Yet had he known, had he known that the lost of the money would of lost him his marriage he might have thought differently. Maybe he should of made it more clear, not a what if, but a this is to happen when he and Becca started getting really serious but she kept saying she would love him even if they were homeless and he had been stupid enough to believe her.

Now he lived in Harper Rock, zero friends, and while he knew his boss, a little anyways, he didn't really KNOW her, and he didn't really know any of his co-workers. He kept to himself, watching the security cameras in a little room at night. There was one other 'guard' on duty but the man looked at him like he was some crazy guy who might snap at any moment. He wasn't sure if it was the tattoos or the piercings but he lived with it.

When he wasn't working, he worked on his art, a painter mostly but he dabbled in all sorts of things, like making cloths and knitting... neither of which he would openly admit to doing but his love of the art world knew no bounds and he was even if he did say so himself a pretty good piano player. Something his mother had insisted he learn. His father and grandfather wanted him in business though and he was pretty damn good with numbers, but his heart wasn't in that.

Still he felt something was off, something was missing in his life. He didn't mind being a loner, he didn't mind not having friends, at least not right now. So he was sure that wasn't what was missing, but then maybe he needed a contact someone who didn't know who he was really or that he came from money... 'ah what the **** do I know' he muttered as he opened the door to the bar, 'I couldn't even pick a wife that loved me for me' his head down, his hands in his pockets he walked towards the bar and sat down on one of the stools, as he grasped either side of his head when he was asked what he wanted he mutter "Anything that can fill the missing gap"