SURIVIVAL

 The room looked old. The were copwebs everywhere as tiny digusting creatures explored around. Within the room was nothing but a dilapidated bed inwhich a young man was handcuffed to.

 He looked very young. His deep blue eyes dim beneath his long curly white hair. Skin cold white skin was full of scars, marks and lovebirds as he laid patiently on the untidied bed. Looking oblivious of the little boy crying by his bedside.

 "A...Adam please! Don't push me away! You can't do this. His your son....your own flesh and blood. You can't just abandoned him."

 Zack cried out. His heart continuously shrinking within his chest as he stared into the lifeless blue orbs of his brother. Staring down at the innocent baby within his arms Zack couldn't help but wonder what happened to his brother.

 He remembered. He remembered clearly that the used to be a time when his brothers eyes were as cute and innocent as the baby's. At that time, thou they were extremely poor both brothers were contented with what they had. It wasn't until the death of their parents were they finally hit with the depths of life. 

 At that time, he was only 10 while Adam was 16. Their parents had died leaving a massive death on their heads for them to pay. Apparently, their dad owned money to one of the biggest loansharks in the city, Mr. Bridle. The man was a maniac who lead a group of pyschopaths as he henchmen. Inorder to repay their fathers Dept, Adam dropped out of school to perform 6 different shifts a day bit was still unable to repay a quarter of it. With consistent warnings and attacks from Mr. Britle, everyday turned a nightmare for Adam. He couldn't even escape with his brother even if he wanted to becuz that old geese had eyes everywhere.

 With time, his brother began to work in one of the brothels owned by the old man. At that time everything was going well. Adam was working as a waiter. Everything was going well for the two brothers and as their life puzzle fell into place, the unexpected occured.

 Adam had fallen in love but that wasn't the problem. He'd fallen for old Mr Brittles only son, Damian Britle. 

 And that was how their nightmares began. To Mr. Britle, his son was his most precious commodity. Damian was like a jewelry only he owned and no one was allowed to touch it but Adam had surely crossed the line when he did.