Walking into the room, the boy sat the plate of food on the table in front of Seth and backed away. He bowed slightly, barely looking up at the dinner, then glancing at Seth. He quickly crashed his stare back to the ground when Seth glared at him. A full minute passed before anyone moved, the only noise being the young boy's soft breathing. Slowly, Seth raised his hand, motioning for the boy to come near. Hesitantly the boy walked; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 steps before stopping next to Seth's chair. Eyes trained on the ground, he tensed, readying himself.

Suddenly, and hand was brought down on the boy's face, sending his body to the floor.

"You are not to look at me, you scum." Seth commanded. The boy wobbled to his feet, the red mark now swelling and making his cheek appear large. Other than that there was nothing. His face was an emotionless mask, a doll, and Seth just glared at it with all the hate in the world. It infuriated him that there was no longer a reaction from the boy. Standing abruptly, Seth marched over to him, punching him in the gut before throwing him back to the floor.

From the vent, teary green eyes watched on as her best friend was hurt.

"Go back to your room and starve!" Seth bellowed.

Later that night, another boy with dark brown hair and eyes and tan skin sat on his bed tapping his fingers on his knee, deep in thought. Should I? I really want to help him more but… if I'm caught he'll only get hurt more. Think Rod think! Groaning in frustration Rod plopped down on his bed, slamming his head onto the pillow.

Click. The door to Rod's room opened slowly, revealing it to be Laura. Head down, she looked ready to cry, with tears already beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. He jumped up, running to his younger sister.

"Laura! Are you okay, are you hurt, what happened?!" He questioned while checking her for any form of injury. She shook her head, tears now freely falling.

"H-he was he was hu-hurt again… Rod, w-we have to, to get him out of he-here!" She wailed as Rod tried to calm her down.

"Shh…shh… It's okay, it's alright. I know he needs to get out. I have a plan but I need you to stay calm okay." He explained, giving her a warm hug. Laura nodded, wiping away her tears and returning the hug. Putting on a brave face she looked up at him.

"What's the plan?" Leaning over, he started whispering in her ear, with Laura nodding every now and then as she tried to suppress the smirk forming on her face. If it worked, the next few days were going to be the best of their lives.

Meanwhile, Rex sat in his small room alone, bandaging his newly formed cuts and bruises; praying for this living nightmare to end.