You had always lived in a dysfunctional family; your mother, Cynthia was an addict and her boyfriend, Mark, would beat you for the most insignificant reasons.

Your brother, Damon, left the home when he turned 18. He got himself job and getting a house. Once everything was good, he took you to his home.

You had discussed the rules, and now it was the next morning. The first day out of the hellhole.

Damon was in the kitchen, cooking.

“Morning, sit down please. I’ve made you eggs and bacon”