"Genes do not make a family, it is the love and struggles that is being shared within."

　　The ash blonde boy read aloud in forms of whispers, hiding from the darkness under his own blanket with only his phone serving as a sorry excuse for light. He had always been anxious whether his family was a healthy one and it seems as though it was not anymore.

　　Rather, it never was.

　　A tear rolled down the boy's pale cheek as he curled his slender frame on his rock hard bed. Shivering, not from the coldness of the air, but from the sudden burst of emotions he felt when he read the simple quote.

　　He jolted as he heard light knocks through the door.

　　"Andrei, son? Can I talk to you for a bit?" a deep voice spoke from the other side. Andrei dropped his feet on the freezing floor, unwillingly telling himself to hurry and open the door for his mother's boyfriend. And he did. Wiping the tears off his face, he took a deep calming breath and pasted on a smile in a bad attempt to cover his melancholia. He turned the knob to open the door.

　　"Yes, uncl—" A vision of numerous men in all black appeared as soon as he managed to open the door into a small gap. In his surprise, his voice croaked stopping him from speaking whatever it was he was about to say.

　　If it were any possible, he would have gone paler at the sight of them, and he did. He groaned as he took a few steps back, his hold on the doorknob tightening in preparation to slam the door shut. Andrei took a second to scan the men, spotting the damned bastard right behind the suited men holding a sneer on his face.

　　Andrei felt his blood boil through his veins, feeling betrayed. He had never liked the man his mother chose to be with. And now that his mother was suffering through her own addiction due to the bastard's influence and motivation, he had more reason to fuel his contempt of him.

　　He was too busy shaking with anger to notice the other men lunge toward him. He planned to avoid them and run, but his muscles chose that instant to not cooperate and it was then too late for him to react to their advances. With a loud thump and a pain-filled groan, Andrei was pushed down—his front against the cold floor, arms held tightly crossed behind him, legs constrained and pinned to not allow even the slightest jerk.

　　For all his remaining energy was worth, he tried to struggle, shifting his lithe body from side to side which earned him more hands gripping his waist and a large hand threatening to break his neck. He shuddered in fear, tears swelling in his eyes as they settle on the dark blur of his room.

　　It was useless. Andrei had no chance fighting against the far larger men compared to his anorexic form. Which was basically the word that best describes his body. Thin, closer to skin and bones with close to no muscles. He groaned from the pain, his already red eyes becoming more swollen as tears gathered themselves and leaked down his cheeks to his chin, dripping on the floor to form a small puddle. He sobbed.

　　What was happening to him?

　　What did he do to deserve this?

　　More questions flooded his thoughts as he felt a sharp, thin object pierce his arm, followed by a thick fabric hovering over him which soon covered his eyes, enveloping him in total darkness. He wanted to struggle, but how could he when he was given no chance to even squirm?

　　His limbs were tied against each other— wrists still behind him with legs now together as the domineering men tied knots around his ankles and his arms in a bruising tightness. He could feel his conscience slowly creeping away. Andrei willed himself to stay awake, but whatever was injected into him got the best of him and he surely drifted into a deep sleep.

　　The last thing the scared boy heard was the disgusting man his mother chose to be with saying, "I am sure he is worth more than what I owe him."