Gemotions

The bell above the pawn shop door jingled as Liam entered. He scanned the cases, his gaze landing on it almost instantly. The ring. His uncle's. His uncle, who had always belittled him, who had always been the golden boy. He knew his uncle would be furious that the ring ended up here.

The shopkeeper, a young man with a pierced eyebrow, saw his focused attention. "You interested in that one?"

Liam just nodded. He haggled relentlessly, the price dropping with each venomous word. He paid in cash, watching the money change hands. He held the ring up to the light, admiring it for a moment. He planned on driving the family's prized vintage car through his uncle's front garden.