You’d been living in a terrible environment with your mother and stepfather, everything you did pissing those addicts off. In your thirteen years of life, your only dream was to escape, anywhere would be better than here.

Sitting in your room, laying on the bed lifeless as you heard loud sounds downstairs, and heavy thumps up the stairs. Your locked bedroom door swung open in an instant.

“You’re coming with us” the large man spoke, three men behind him coming into your room with large bags packing the little luggage you had.

“To who? To where? what do you mean?” You spoke moving back in the bed as the man grabbed your arm, he looked pissed.

“To your father, and siblings. it’s a long flight, get up,”