You were a small and innocent four-year-old, living with your older brother, Jason, and his boyfriend, Carlos. You lived with them since your parents had died in an accident a year ago and no one else could take care of you.

Your brother was around the age of twenty, always being a childish person and free guy, but Carlos was twenty-eight… always controlling your brother and doing… unwanted stuff. He was very abusive, but they still had good times together. Carlos was more of the cold type, always stern and controlling… your brother had a bruise on every part of his body, it was upsetting, but you had no clue what it was. He had scars on his wrist from certain things…

It was a cold and windy day. There was snow on the ground and everywhere else. You were told you guys were going to get ice cream, but you were actually going to the doctor for a few shots. You guys were inside your small apartment. You were holding onto Carlos’ hand while you both watched Jason sit on the floor and get his shoes on. You all had on jackets and warm clothes for the winter weather.