Prologue

Being wanted, I believe, is a crucial element in a child's life for them to progress and grow up. Being loved by a parent(s), having a place to call home, not bearing a sense of fear for your life... these are all also key points in a healthy childhood.

However, four wonderful children had these things ripped away from them. While I know they're not alone, (unfortunate things happen to people around the world every day) they are the only ones who I know of that were able to save themselves. Mostly, anyhow.

These kids were before known as the Jojo children. The product of a happy marriage with two people deeply in love with each other.

Brick, the oldest, was a bright young man with red hair, like his mom's, eyes to match the rare color, and a build to match his father's.

Bubbles, the middle child, was an angelic little girl with long blonde locks, and blue eyes that matched her dad's.

Butch and Buttercup, the twins, were no older than four years old and were the most mischevious duo you could imagine. They were raven haired, green-eyed little monsters and their looks matched neither the Mr or the Mrs.

The mother, a ravishing woman with a brain to match her looks, was known as Blossom Jojo. A lady no man could resist and nearly all in the sleepy town of Sunnyhill, Georgia lusted after her beauty.

They were all kept at bay by Boomer Jojo, a loving father and husband. And, while he was by no means a scary person, he could intimidate when necessary.

The Jojo's were the kind of family you would love to have as neighbors, or to go to church with. A healthy, normal family, the kind that had barbecue's once a month, that had family game nights, and everything else you can think of when picturing an American family. Or so everyone thought.

The truth was, the Jojo's had secrets. Dark, sinful secrets that anyone would be shocked to hear about. Secrets Boomer and Blossom kept from the children until one fateful night long ago.