Disappear or I make you

AVERY POV

At age twenty-four, I never thought I'd be jobless, depressed, and roaming the most notorious town in London—Blackthorn, which earned the moniker the Devil's Playground due to its dark history.

Perhaps, most of all, what happened in my life was my fault. However, I was sure of one thing: I never asked to be an orphan. I never knew who my parents were, where they lived, or how I was born.

That was the sad reality of my life, but I had never dwelled on that ever since I learned how to navigate my way in Aurora Orphanage for good boys and girls to avoid getting bullied.

My eyes lit up as I saw the light from the distance and the outline of a building that could only be a pub. Straining my ears, I picked up several sounds, and the most prominent was that of the music playing in the background and clicking of glasses.

My legs were killing me. I didn't know how long I had been walking. I didn't take the car along with me because why should I? It belonged to Julian and his comp