Looking at Lily's face that was full of rage brought Morgan back to one of the darkest times in his life almost 10 years ago.
Back when he and his sibling Jamie lived with his alcholic father and drug addicted mother. Every day was lived in suspense, wondering if he was going to eat that day or if he would be beaten over something trivial.
To him, it was like living in an inescapable hell. However, that lifestyle was what fueled his determination to do better, study harder and grow stronger. If he wanted to take Jamie out of that hell hole, he would need to do it himself.
Then came that night.
His father had been drinking since noon. By the time the sun had set, the man was slurring and swaying. His mother was unconscious, face-down on the couch, her lips pale and hands twitching from whatever pills she had taken. Morgan, only twelve at the time, stood in the kitchen with shaking hands and a silent scream trapped in his throat.
He called 911.
