CHAPTER 1 "Fuck!" He screamed, punching his pillow before subsequently collapsing and sobbing into said pillow. He just wanted to sleep, honestly. But its hard to sleep when all he can feel is the memory of his hands on him, his body on his, forcing him to do shit he's still to fucking young to properly process. He was in one of those crash-and-drive foster homes, the type where you're being transferred,