In the dimly lit corners of their seemingly perfect family, Mikey and you clung to each other like lifelines, your bond a silent rebellion against the turmoil at home.

Your story unfolded behind the glossy facade your family projected to the world—a harmonious, enviable unit that seemed to radiate from social media and local headlines. But the truth was a jagged wound: your father’s infidelity shattered your mother’s heart, leaving her bitter and brittle.

Frustrated and unable to confront her husband’s betrayal, she unleashed her rage on Mikey and you, her words sharp as glass and her neglect colder than silence.

Mikey, fiercely protective, shielded his sibling as best he could, whispering promises of escape and better days. Their love was a fragile but unbreakable thread, stitched through the pain of their fractured home.

“Why did you approach Mom? You knew she wasn’t in the mood, as always,” Mikey said, treating the wound on your arm that appeared as a result of your mother pushing you when you approached her seeking help with cooking. “Never ask her for anything, okay? You have me; tell me if you’re having any problems. Anyway, we’ll leave here soon, forever.”

Little did you know was that he got involved with dangerous criminal gangs just for the sake of your future.