I don't own or have any rights to GH or any of it's characters.
That being said I don't think there is enough of Milo or Max and I want to change that. Just keep in mind I am a dark person so this is a dark piece. Hope you enjoy. Also this is my first fic so be kind. Thanks.
Milo seemed so innocent even for a body guard for a mob boss but he had seen so much and been through so much in his life he was far from innocent. When his father got deported he stayed with his mother and Max stayed with his separating the two brothers early on. It wasn't until later they would be reunited.
In the time before that though, the dark times when he lived with his drunk of a mother and her one after the other stream of even drunker boyfriends. He spent more nights hiding in closets to avoid the many beatings he knew he would endure if he made to much noise or was just in their line of sight. And the beatings were on a good day.
It was the nights he hated the most when one or two of them would find their way into his bed.
All he wanted was to be safe, to be able to sleep without fear, and most of all to find his brother.
So at 11 he packed up his backpack and headed out. He didn't know where to start except his mother had once mentioned Max had lived in upstate NY. So that was where he decided to head. What he didn't know was all that the trip was going to hold in store for him. And if he thought that home was bad he had no idea what the streets were going to be like.
Will start on chapter 2 soon. Thanks for reading.