Southerson "Dean" Decker

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posted Aug 14, 2022 19:54:18 GMT -6

Post by Kiersten on Aug 14, 2022 19:54:18 GMT -6

Name: Southerson Dean Decker
Nickname: Dean
Birthday: September 17
Age: 19
Grade: Freshman in College
Position: Waiter at Dockside
Orientation: Straight
Status: Single
Playby: Jay Alvarrez

Dean could feel his brothers eyes on him as he started stuffing a duffle bag with clothes. He didn't want to leave like this, but his father was giving him no choice in the matter. "You can come in Wes." He didn't think his brother would get in trouble if they talked, but he coudln't be sure what his father might say if they caught them. It didn't stop Westley from stepping into the room and sitting on the bed, watching him zip up the duffle bag before grabbing an old backpack from under the bed.

"Where are you going to go?"

The question had Dean pausing, he wasun't sure yet where he was going to go, but ideas popped into his head of where he'd like to try and see. "I don't know, I might travel around a bit." He figured he could last about a year on his savings to just travel the world for a time before finding a place to call home. He wasn't even sure what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, so why not take a year and travel? "I'll send you a postcard from wherever I'm at." he smiled, making a promise to send one to each of his siblings.

Westley smiled and nodded his head, "I wish I could go with you." he looked down at his hands, unable to face the fact that he would never go against their dad, and Dean understood why. Up until a few years ago, he had whorshiped his father too, and thought if he only pleased him, but now he could see that their father was nothing more than an ass. He hoiped Westley would notice this soon and not let it ruin his life like it had Dean.

"Don't worry, you can when you turn eighteen." Dean sent out the offer, hoping Westley would understand he was sending out a hand to help him if he wanted to leave their parents home when he turned eighteen. He'd send the same offer to his other two siblings, as long as thats what they wanted, but he couldn't imagine leaving his siblings under the care of someone who was manipulative and cruel. He couldn't help but think back to that night his eyes were open, and he lost everything. "Just, don't let dad control everything in your life." he warned Westley, knowing if he hadn't let his dad's promise of rewards for what he asked him to do.

Westley stared at him, unsure what to say, though he opened his mouth to say something when their dad stepped in and snapped at the two of them

"Westley, go back to your room. I'll be in there in a second," He demanded amd Dean watched as Westley bent his head down and exited the room as fast as he could. His father turned towards him and his eyes were boiling hot despite being an icy stare. Dean swallowed a lump in his throat as he stared back, not wanting to back down. "Are you almost done? You have ten minutes before I call the police."

Dean rolled his eyes and went back to packing up anything and everything he could, his father had given him thrity minutes and he was wasting precious time not filling his bags till they bested. "Really dad? you're gonna risk being exposed by a coworker, police outside your house, your son being escorted out. Wont look good." he sneered as he finished grabbing what he wanted, ziipped up his suitcase, and swung his backpack over his shoulders. "See you around, dad." his tone sounding like he was making a joke as he walked out of his bedroom, out of the house, and out of the lives of his family.