Verge of Breakdown

He walked swiftly but stealthily, creeping part the houses until her reached the McCain mansion. Charles McCain, son of Harry main was currently residing there. He wasn't very successful and ended up wasting his life after his father died. Charles' boss was his father. After dropping out of school in his GCSE, he lost all his friends and sat idle. Sometimes he would cry, then go for a job interview, looking forward to earning again. When it began he would become frustrated, curse the  interviewer and then walk out with a sense of 'independence'. Charles was an isolated person and usually never wanted our of his house. He was losing financially after spending his fathers riches on cars, speakers and other unnecessary expensive products.
The man straightened himself out in the dim moonlight. 
"Charlie boy", he mocked. "Come and get me."

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