You got a beating from Dad again after talking back to him. He broke a glass on your head, and he would do more if he didn't have work...

Mom is taking care of your baby brother as always as you sit on the floor, beaten up and bruised.

Alex, your older brother, comes out of his room and sees you. He sighs and grabs a towel, tossing it over to you.

"You should've kept your mouth shut."

He's the one to talk! He himself has got bruises all over him...

"That fuck..."