There is a house somewhere near the town of Royal Woods. On the outside, it looks like a normal house, and no one else would even bother to look at what's inside. In the inside however, things are not normal.

Inside a bedroom, a series of yells and yelps can be heard across the hallway outside before the door opens and a 5 year old boy was thrown into the room, a bruise on his cheek. Outside were a man in his 40s and two girls in their late teens.

Man: And stay inside this room. And no dinner for you tonight.

He said it with a firm voice that sends chill down his spine. The girls laughed at him as he slammed the door shut. The boy simply stood there in horror, before beginning to slowly break down into tears. His name is Logan Anderson. He lives with a family consisting of his father and 3 sisters. Unfortunately, it is not a happy family, for the boy at least. His father constantly hits him everytime he messes up, and even for no reason whatsoever sometimes. And 2 of his daughters simply teased him the majority of the time as well, occasionally taking in on the beatings as well. Anyway, poor Logan simply crawled to his bed and cried to himself in silence.

Logan: W-Why? *sniffs* I didn't ask for this…*whimpers*

He then buried his face into his stuffed T-Rex, Rexy before rocking himself back and forward. Hours later, the door opened and Logan looked up. Peeking her head out of the doorway was a girl, 18 years of age named Ellen Anderson. Unlike the others in the house, she is the only one that treats him with love and care, instantly getting Logan's love as well. Ellen gave him a smile and walked in, carrying a bowl of Kraft Mac' n' Cheese.

Ellen: Hey, Logan. I brought you your favorite.

Logan looked at her and simply smiled, face beaming with happiness. He had not eaten in several hours since breakfast. He waits for her to sets the plate on the table, then he hugged her tightly. Ellen smiled and hugged him back, rocking him back and forth when she heard silent sniffling on her shoulder. When the comforting is over, she noticed the bruise and gasped.

Ellen: Did he touch you again?

Logan: Yes.

Ellen sighed, shook her head and took out a cold tissue and placed it on his bruise.

Ellen: I don't know why he does it. Just because you messed up our lunch doesn't mean you get to be beaten for it. I don't think you should be cooking at ALL at this age (though I will admit your cooking is pretty good most of the time).

Logan puts his head down.

Ellen: Keep your head up, honey. I need to clean this.

After cleaning it for a bit, Logan was able to eat his Macaroni. Ellen stayed next to him for a while, until he's finished with his meal. Soon, Ellen looked at the clock; it was 9:15 PM.

Ellen: Well, it's time to take a shower, brush your teeth and go to bed.

Logan: But they won't let me leave this room.

Ellen: Then I'll ask them.

She then prepares to leave. But Logan grabbed her shirt.

Logan: Please don't bother, Ellen. I don't want to get him even madder at you.

Ellen simply gave him a warm smile and kissed him in the head.

Ellen: Bro, I have to. I don't want you to get dirty.

Logan looked at her, and sighed, letting her shirt go hesitantly.

Ellen: Don't worry kiddo. I'm sure he won't get even angrier with me.

Ellen patted his head and walked away. 2 minutes later, she came back with a smile.

Ellen: He said you can take a shower, and brush your teeth, but you have 5 minutes to do it all.

Logan nodded, and Ellen soon escorted him to the restroom. Logan then walked inside.

Ellen: I'll be waiting outside here, okay?

Logan: Okay, Ellen.

Ellen closed the door, and Logan started the shower. As he washes himself, he began to become lost in thought.

Logan*thoughts*: I don't understand. Why do dad and my sisters hate me so much? What did I do to make them hate me? Is it for existing, so they would have a reason to pick on me? Oh, I hope things will get better soon.

He continued to shower for a bitm lost in his thoughts. He was just done, when

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Father: Five minutes up, kid!

Logan jumped a bit, before calming himself.

Logan: I'm almost done, dad. I just need to brush my teeth!

Father: No! No five minutes. Get outside and go to bed!

Logan: B-But dad,

The father grew impatient and knocked the door again.

Father: No buts! Get out of here right now!

Now, Logan was beginning to be fed up with all the abuse he's been enduring. He doesn't want to be treated like this anymore, and he wants to be treated right, right here and right now.

Logan: NO!

Father: …What?

Logan: I'm tired of you beat me for some stupid reason! Why can't you just be a good dad for once, huh?!

Immediately, Logan regretted his decision to speak his mind as the door was busted open, and his father looked at him, eyes giving off a murderous rage.

Father: You dare speak to me like that? That's it!

He grabbed his hair and yanked it away, throwing him to the floor. He then sends another hard punch to his cheek, sending him slamming to the floor. Logan tried to back away, but he was pulled back and was then slapped again.

Father: This is what you deserve for disrespecting me.

He got out his belt, pulled up his shirt and began to whip him. Logan screamed in pain, catching some attention as footsteps were heard.

As his father began to give him another whip,

Voce: Stop, father!

He stopped to see his daughter, Ellen standing there.

Father: What the hell do you want, Ellen?

Ellen: Leave. Him. Alone…

Father: Why should I? This brat talked back to me!

Ellen: Well, maybe he's right! All you've been doing is treating him like a piece of *bleep* the ENITRE time he's lived here!

Logan looked on with shock. His sister, the only person that cared for him, and loved him would stand up for him against even her own father. And she even cursed too, that was unusual. The father growled, nose breathing heavily.

Father: Shut the hell up. I treat my kids the way I want to treat them! And this boy is a piece of trash! You never should've suggested you kept him.

Then to take his anger out, he continued to whip the boy. Ellen was shocked that her father would unleash his anger on a little boy that didn't do anything to him. Instinctively, she looked around for something to use as a weapon. And to her luck, she found a crowbar. Not paying attention to anything else, she grabbed it and ran for him. She lets out a cry of anger,

WHAM!

A loud impact noise, as well as a crack resonated around the room, followed by a thump to the floor. Ellen panted heavily, and looked at her father; he was unconscious, a large bruise on the left side of his head, blood oozing from the wound. Not too much to be considered fatal, but enough to render him out cold for a while. Ellen checked for his pulse; faint, but there. She then looked at Logan; his condition was pretty bad. There is a gash wound on his back. Not too deep, but it could get infected if left untreated. Logan looked at her, eyes widened in horror at Ellen, who placed the crowbar down.

Logan: You…you…

Ellen: Honey, he didn't give me any other choice. He was trying to kill you.

Logan looked at his father, still unconscious. He remembered the way he looked at him moments ago, so violent and angry. He never saw anything like it. Soon, he began to grow tears, body shaking. Ellen wasted no time in going to him and carrying him to his room.

Ellen: Now, stay here. I'll get some anti-biotics. Don't fiddle with it.

She immediately ran outside, leaving Logan alone. He looked at the mirror; he could see the black mark, blood beginning to ooze from it. Soon, Ellen came back with some towels and anti-biotics.

Ellen: Alright, now I won't lie. This may sting a bit, but it's better than having an infected back.

Logan looked at her, and nodded in agreement. Ellen squirted some onto the towel.

Ellen: Ready, kiddo?

Logan nodded and braced himself for the pain. Ellen slowly, gently placed the towel onto the scar.

Ssssssss

A hissing pain rushed through Logan's back, causing him to scream in pain. Ellen immediately retracted to towel.

Logan: Oww…

Ellen: Sorry, Logan. But it HAS to be done. So hold still and relax. The more you struggle, the more it'll hurt.

Logan did as she told him, and relaxed. Ellen then began to place the towel onto the scar, and patted on it several times. Logan hissed at the pain, but didn't react violently.

Ellen: I can't believe my father (if I could call him that) would go so far. Logan, you can't stay here.

Logan looked at her.

Logan: What? Why not?!

Ellen: This house is not safe for you. And the sisters may take their anger out on YOU if they see dad lying unconscious.

Logan looked at her.

Logan: Well, where would I go?

Ellen: I don't know, and I don't care at this point. Just anywhere from here.

Logan: What about you? Does this mean I can't see you again?

Ellen was finished with the treatment by this point. She pulled the shirt back down, turned him around and looked at him.

Ellen: Logan, your health and safety is far more important than anything right now. And all I want for you is to be safe and live a long life.

Logan smiled at her words, but then he frowned and hugged her tightly, crying softly. Ellen hugged him back, rocking him back and forward as she stroked his hair.

Ellen: But don't worry about see me. Soon, when things get back to normal, I'm sure I'll see you again someday.

Logan smiled again and both tightened their hugs. Soon, they had to release one another.

Logan: So, where will I go?

Ellen pondered something for a moment, but then an idea came to her mind.

Ellen: I have an idea. But first, you need to pack up your belongings, because you're moving out.

Logan: And what about dad?

Ellen: Don't worry about him; I know what to do with him. Now, I'll give you 10 minutes to pack everything up, okay?

Logan nodded. Soon she left the room, leaving him alone with his stuff. He wasted no time to begin packing everything up. He packed his clothes, shoes, what was very few of his toys, his flashlight and placed them onto a large luggage. Then he looked at Rexy, and decided to carry him by hand. Soon, Logan has everything packed up. He approached the door, and looked at his room for the last time. He sighed in sadness, before closing the door…

Later on, a car was driving around the nighttime of Royal Woods. Logan looked out throughout the window, seeing the nightlife of the town, which was mostly empty save for the lights inside the buildings. Ellen looked at him through the front mirror.

Ellen: Everything okay?

Logan: Y-Yeah.

Ellen gave him a warm smile, knowing that it could be the last time they may meet. After about a half an hour of driving, they soon approached a house of the outside of town.

Ellen: This is it, kiddo.

Logan looked at the house, and immediately felt something inside of him perking up with…a scent of Deja-vu.

Ellen: What do you think?

Logan: This house…it looks so…familiar.

Ellen gave him a warm smile.

Ellen: Familiar?

Logan: Yeah, it's like I've been here before.

Ellen smiled, and opened the car. Logan followed out after her. Then, they stopped, looking at each other for probably the last time.

Ellen: Alright, sweetie. This is gonna be your home now. Just tell them why you're here, and maybe they'll take you in.

Logan: Okay. Ellen,

Ellen: Yes, Logan?

Logan smiled and hugged her, arms wrapping around her neck as he began to shed tears.

Logan: I love you so much.

Ellen smiled, and hugged him again, hands caressing his brown hair, tears beginning to stream down.

Ellen: I love you too, my little brother.

Ellen gave him a kiss on the cheek and neck, before letting him go.

Ellen: Bye, Logan.

Logan: Bye Ellen.

Ellen walked to the front of her car, and slowly drove away. Logan looked on, until he was all alone. It was then when he realized where he was; in near total darkness. Logan looked around frantically, seeing nothing but darkness other than the street lights before looking at the house. Paranoia soon began to set in, and fearing that his father may comeback, he ran to the front of the house. He was about to knock on the door, before realizing something.

It's almost 12:30 AM. There's no way they would be able to accept him in at this time. They may beat him for it. So, he decided to sleep somewhere for the night. He used what little lighting of the street lights to find a good hiding place. In the end, he could see something near the right side of the house; a doorway leading downwards. Logan smiled and immediately ran towards it. He looked at it, inspecting it for a little bit, before he pulled at it. Lo and behold, it was unlocked. Logan began to feel scared. So, he pulled out his flashlight and turned it on.

His flashlight is a strong one, so he could see what's inside. Inside was a mostly empty basement. He slowly walked inside, cautious as ever for something to pop up right in front of him.

It wasn't long until he came into the center of the room, and he could see everything. There is a large furnace, emitting warmth, as well as a large pile of boxes, each of them saying, 'to Donor's', presumably to be sent to a donate dealer.

Logan all of a sudden felt another sense of Deja-Vu looking around. It seriously feels like he's been here before. Logan soon rubbed his eyes and yawned silently. He decided to find someplace warm, but safe to hide in for the night. He looked around for a bit, before found a good hiding spot surrounded by the boxes. There appears to be a small mattress, and combined with the heat from the furnace overlapping the rooms, it would make a comfortable sleeping spot. So, he dragged his suitcase and placed it near the bed, before climbing aboard. He looked up to be surrounded by tall stacks of boxes. They don't seem to be in a type of disproportionate line, so it's unlikely that they'll collapse on him tonight.

Logan: Okay, just sleep in, then go back outside and knock on the door. Ellen would be happy for me to be in a new family.

He soon got himself comfortable in his new temporary bed, and after about 5 minutes sitting in darkness, the combination of darkness, the comfortability of the bed, and the warmth of the room soon made his eyes grow heavy, and sure enough, Logan Anderson is now asleep, completely unaware of the event that'll spur around tomorrow.

Tomorrow is another day…