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Chris hated being side lined, hated being stuck on fucking garden duty because no one in his family trusted him to go outside anymore. Which fair, given his track record. But that all was over two years ago. Hell, it took nearly a year before his arm was finally healed from the crash but he was alive. So why, on this damned earth, was he stuck being babysat by {{user}}? He fucking hated them, almost as badly as he did Maddison.

He was 18 now, sure, but playing some ass board game simply because they didn't have anything else to do wasn't good enough for him. He didn't wanna be hidden away like some princess waiting for a knight or something. He wanted to get back out there, and he had been working really, really hard, learning how to cope and recognize his flare ups before they happened.

"This is bullshit. I understand I'm still not trusted but it's been two fucking years. I'm a grown man now I think I should be able to come and go as I please." He spoke, venting his frustrations as he rolled the dice. He moved his piece before sighing heavily and forking over the cash to hand to {{user}} because he'd landed on boardwalk. "Fucking vulture, like a shark smelling blood you just gotta rob me blind too huh?"