Prologue

You would think having someone take care of all your financial problems and letting you live with them without paying rent would be like a dream come true, right?

For me it is, but at the same time it isn't. For instance; I am currently standing in the corner like a naughty little boy. My hands have to stay interlocked above my shoulders as a rule to keep me from attempting to rub the sting from my recent 'discussion' with one of the men who are taking care of said financial problems and such.

Crazy, right? The fact that I am nearly nineteen years old doesn't make the situation any better either. I tried to tell him I was not a little kid and it really wasn't necessary for a 'discussion' but he ignored my protests and simply said, "If you are young and irresponsible enough to drive 45 in a 35 speed zone then obviously you are young and irresponsible enough to spend some time staring at the carpet as I share my disapproval with your bare hind end."

There wasn't enough time for me to argue after that because the sly bastard had gotten my jeans undone and pulled down while I was distracted with his response and as soon as he finished the word 'obviously' I was given a swift yank and found myself looking at the beige colored carpet.

I did my best, dutifully, to pretend that his hard hand slapping against my bare skin repeatedly didn't bother me, but as usual, after tricking me into believing he wasn't going to be harsh with me, he quickened his pace and strengthened his blows.

I lasted all of ten seconds in my silence before the burning got to be too much and I began to squirm frantically and whimpered. He only tightened his hold on me and tipped me forward a bit which helped, unfortunately, for me to find my voice and I began to yelp and soon after the yelps turned to half hearted apologies and attempts to get him to end the punishment sooner rather than later.

"Hush, Aaron!" He had commanded when I got too loud.

I knew it wouldn't end until he decided I had, had enough, but to hush my desperate pleas? I found it a little cruel.

"But it HURTS!" I cried as he aimed a few blazing swats to my upper thighs.

He simply didn't reply and I knew I was doomed to painful sitting possibly for all of eternity.

Not long after I had come to that conclusion I burst into tears and the more heartfelt apologies flew from my lips at breakneck speeds. After what felt like hours later I realized the pain was actually going down and not being added to, causing me to blink some of the tears from my vision as I looked over my shoulder, where he smiled at me and rubbed my back.

I dropped my head back to my arms and let my crying taper off as I focused on the soothing backrub. It didn't take long for me to settle down and within a few moments of me releasing a huge breath I was helped to my feat and immediately ushered to the nearest corner where he directed my hands to my head.

He patted my extremely sore butt and warned, "Keep your hands away from my hard work."

I whimpered regretfully as he walked off towards the kitchen, probably to make a snack.

So here I am trying my best to stay still and not shift as I listen to him hum to himself and bang pots and pans around.

Chapter One

At sixteen years old I dropped out of high school. Not even an entire month after that my mother and father decided I was a black mark to their family name and kicked me out of the house. They also took away my trust fund and basically disowned me and told me to come back when I was old enough to not be so disappointing.

I was pretty devastated; to be without a place to stay, I could have cared less about my parents. They had always seen me as a disappointment because my older siblings were smarter than me and got full rides into college. I failed all my classes and was constantly being suspended from school. I wasn't like them so my dear mother and father constantly ignored my existence except when they took every chance they had to compare me to my older brother and sister. I hated my mother and father.

So at sixteen I was homeless and had no means to live. Fortunately my older sister took pity on me and allowed me to stay at her apartment until I could get a job and get my own place. I was thankful for her help honestly but after seeing how many boyfriends showed up on a weekly basis and all the loud nights I was desperate to get out of there.

I soon got a job as a cook at a local fry joint and did every side job I could find for the remainder of the school year. By the end of summer I had an apartment. I was so proud of my accomplishment. I decided soon after I would go to local classes and get my GED. After two moths I had my GED.

That's where I met Kord.

I was instant friends with Kord and was constantly hanging around with him and his other friends. He had a little bit of a wild side that matched mine and we got along great. After being on my own for a year, I got a little reckless and started getting into some bad habits. I began to skip work often and smoke weed at every chance. On one unlucky day, my boss confronted me as soon as I stepped into work and demanded I take a drug exam. Within an hour I was sitting at home smoking some weed with Kord in a small celebration for getting fired for the first time.

I was upset at loosing my job so he decided I needed cheering up and next thing I know I was stoned for a week. I knew I needed another job but also knew I couldn't get one if I couldn't pass a drug test I wouldn't be hired so I put off looking for a job telling myself I would have a little fun before getting back to the daily grind.

Next thing I know I am being evicted from my apartment and crashing everywhere I can think of and eventually no one will let me stay. Not even Kord. They all called me a moocher and didn't want me around. It had been just a little over a year and I was once again homeless and without cash.

I was worse off this time though because I knew there were drugs in my system and I knew I had no place to go as I had worn out my welcome with my sister and my older brother. I was alone.

I spent every waking hour looking through newspapers and looking for anyone to hire me. I had been getting enough for food and some of the people needing jobs done would let me crash in their garage; and one time a pool house.

I noticed, as the weather began to cool, that there was less and less jobs being posted in the newspaper adds. I kept telling myself that I need to quit smoking so I could get a place to stay before winter but as before I continued to put it off and on the first cold front I never regretted it more.