Dragging his feet, Lane made his way back to his old bedroom, and threw himself on the bed, falling flat on his face, completely drained. The conversation lasted… Well, Lane didn't know exactly how long, but it felt endless, dragging on forever. And yet… He achieved nothing. He had already expected it, that this issue wouldn't be solved in one day, but he still couldn't help but feel disappointed. Not in his parents - he had long stopped hoping for anything good to come from them - but rather with his lack of freedom and helplessness.
He was still stuck in the mansion, unable to do anything, and when it would change was a big unknown.
He lay there, in the dark, empty room, face down, sleepless, for who knows how long. It was only deep into the night when he finally decided to drag himself out, unable to endure the gnawing in his stomach any longer.
