Chapter 1

The bright morning light shined through the drawn curtains invading the darkness of the room. The warmth of the sunlight fell on the face of a teenage boy lying on his bed making him stir. It was a rarity for him to be woken up like this usually he was already awake by the loud noises and screams that filled the dark cold house. For once being woken to the warmth of the sun on his face, he couldn't help but let a small smile show. He slowly stretched out his kinked muscles and climbed out of his tiny bed.

He went and opened his door without making a single sound; over the years he had managed to prefect this task. He had soon learned that if no one heard you then they can't find you to hurt you. He walked down the hallway to the bathroom he used to share it with his older brother before he left for college. Now it was just his and it was another safe area in the house for him. After going to the washroom he brushed his hair and teeth; he knew he wouldn't be eating this morning just like he knew he wasn't going to be eating last night. Over the years he had gotten use to the feeling of his stomach collapsing and eating itself to survive.

Once he was finished in the washroom he went back into his room to get dressed for school. He liked school very much so; he would like it even better if no one was in it. He loved being in the library where it was quiet and full of books he could read. He was a nerd very much so, but he didn't dress like one. His style was punk he had his tongue pierced, he wore black skinny jeans with red suspenders hanging off. His shirts consisted of black one with some kind of skull or dragon on them. He wore black nail polish and studded bracelets on his wrists. At first glance you would never know he was the top rank student in his high school.

After putting on his converse and grabbing his bag he left to go downstairs into the war zone. He slowly walked down the stairs remembering which ones squeaked and which ones didn't. Once getting to the bottom he was relieved to see that his father was in his office just off from the living room. He was on the phone most likely talking to him again. Every day his father would get calls from him demanding the money usually followed by an or else attached to it. It always put his father in a bad mood which was not something you wanted to be around. He could hear part of the conversation his father was giving.

"Look I'll figure something out I just need some more time. I know I'm late I'm sorry I'm working on an idea to make some serious cash. I would be happy to include you in it, it'll cover all that is outstanding plus you'll make some extra. I just need a few more days for the first amount to come in."

He gave up listening after that his father was always trying to come up with some excuse or great idea. In the end it never went anywhere he was just using that line to buy some more time. He went into the kitchen he knew his mother would be there reading the newspaper like every morning. Sure enough here she was sitting down at the kitchen table reading the paper and dressed like she had somewhere important to go. She did this every morning why he didn't know his mother hasn't been to work in years she honestly didn't have any where important to go to.

"Good morning sweetie"

He just gave a small smile as a reply.

"Are you feeling good this morning?"

He gave a nod. His mother was use to this everyday it was the same she had gotten use to the fact that her son never really spoke. She didn't know why he was like this in fact he hadn't always been like this. Though, what made the sudden change in his attitude she didn't know. Over time she just simply gave up if he didn't want to talk it wasn't like she could make him. She turned her attention back to the paper; she heard him leave the kitchen soon after.

He walked out of the kitchen and heard the phone click signally that his father was now off the phone. He quickened his pace to the front door opening it and closing it behind him as quickly as possible. He didn't want his father to see him and call him back into the house this way he was outside and safe for a little while. He began to walk down the path to the sidewalk he couldn't help but turn around to look at the house. It was huge and beautiful with all the flowers and bushes all along the front yard. The old style French door as a main entrance into the house, where the floors were all maple hardwood and the crown molding that topped every room. The house itself truly was breathtaking what filled the home was another story. Just by looking at the house you could see that the family was rich and very well off. Too bad people don't know what happens once the front door is closed.

Sighing he began the walk to school he couldn't necessarily call it a safe zone, but it was better to be at school then be in that house. Taking a deep breath he turned and headed for his high school as he walked there he mentally prepared himself for what would come once he walked through the doors.