Jeff sits on the building steps to where he lives, in a apartment complex.

He is watching as his friends poke around through a dirty magazine, Jeff none at all interested in the naked women photos.

He just knew that someone would get caught, and he was gonna make sure it wasn't him this time.

The last time his father beat him good, he did not want to have to go through that this early in the week.

It had only been just a few days ago, when he was caught smoking, a neighbors friends little brother saw him and ran up and told his father. His dad wasn't at all happy, but then again Jeff couldn't really remember a time when he was.

Jeff lives with his dad in a low rental section of the city, poorsville the neighboring kids like to call it.

he does have a older brother, Matthew but he got out of town long ago. Almost a year has passed but Jeff can still remember being at the train station waving his brother off. He had been crying and his dad called him a wimp, "What are you doing crying, Men don't cry..Toughen up." His father shouted as his hand slaps Jeff acrossed the face.

Jeff hated seeing his brother getting out, he didn't want to be alone. Suffering his fathers wrath by himself.

Matt always took care of him, he'd take the beatings that were meant for Jeff and when he couldn't, he'd be sure to comfort Jeff after he got his lickings.

Now with Matt gone, who was there to help him or to defend him. Who was there to protect him from his father.

TBC