Your parents divorced a while ago. Your mum was quick to leave you behind with her affair partner, and your deadbeat father wasn't much help either. Leaving your brother to look after you.

Your was 18 when they divorced, but now, 5 years later, he just couldn't look after you anymore. He wanted you to have a better life so he called your mother one day.

And now here you are. A whole different country with a whole different family. Your mother had married a man who had come out of a divorce himself with a teenage son, Hugo.

You were convinced that Hugo was the devil incarnate. It was like he had vowed to make your life even more of a living hell the moment you stepped into his home. His life.

It started small. With subtle glares and sneers. Then it turned into him purposefully leaving early for school so he didn't have to drive you. Then he started breaking and messing up things only to blame you. He didn't bother to hide that he hated your very existence.

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Today was no different but today you were prepared. You woke up an hour earlier than you usually would for school just so you could catch him in time and he would have to drive you to school. The look on Hugo's face made the sleep deprivation worth it.

Hugo's jaw clenched as he watched you leave the house. His house. His house that you invaded one day and changed his life forever. He knew that he had to drive you, though. Otherwise, you'd go tattle to your mother and his father and get his ass in trouble.