I panicked as I walked into our mansion.

This was it, one of the moments I dread most in my whole life. I wished the ground could open and swallow me.

"Jack!" I heard my father's deep masculine voice and immediately my face turned crimson red. He called me from the living room, I froze the moment I heard my name.

"You ungrateful fool! you dare cause a problem in your school, don't think you could ruin my political career, because all you bring me is bad luck". My father bellowed violently at me, moved closer and slapped me.

My eyes shot red immediately and the hair at the back of my head stood up. I gulped, there were no words. nothing I could say to defend myself as I held my face.

He ordered our bodyguards to spank me. I thanked GOD in my heart that It wasn't going to be the Electric chair this time.

I crawled out of the Disciplinary room, that was obviously made for only me. I couldn't stand up straight,My back and butt hurt seriously from the spanking.

My clothes had become worn out and torn, but that was the least of my problems.

I staggered on to my room with my rumbling stomach, I began feeling dizzy and could no longer see clearly. I shut the door behind me and held my bruised head in pain before passing out.

My Friday had ended that way.

The sound of a pulling car at our garage woke me up, My brother had just arrived from His night party as usual . He does that with His friends every weekend. I closed my old window blinds restricting the sun that shone at me. Nobody cared to know if I had survived from the previous day, I mean why should they? After all my parents always rang it in my head that I shouldn't have been born.

I thought of somewhere to go and only Jericho's house came to mind.

I searched through my bags looking for something I could wear, I took off my torn worn-out clothes I had on from the previous day and changed into a t-shirt and short they also appeared worn out but at least they were not torn and besides all my clothes were all worn out so I didn't have any other choice.

I was only significant whenever I did something wrong, other than that nobody knew I existed.

I got to Jericho's house and rang the door bell, His mum Mrs Nancy opened the door and smiled at me. "Jerry your friend's here". She announced and then let me in.

I always wondered why Jericho's parents were so nice and welcoming towards me, I didn't think I was good enough to be loved by anyone at all. Jericho must have put in some good words for me.

I anxiously sat in their Beautiful living room waiting for Jericho when His mum asked me the best question of my life.

"Have you had breakfast, wanna join us?". My rumbling stomach answered the question. She smiled, I rubbed my neck nervously trying not to actually show that I was starving to death. The last thing I wanted anyone to know was how badly I was treated at home. I had also begged Jericho not to tell anyone.

"Of course He should, He's family". Mr Steve Jericho's Dad Said as He Came down the stairs. I stared at Him amused at His statement. This people didn't even know my family, the only thing they knew about me for the least was being their son's friend.

"Jericho finally came downstairs, He's hair dripping water. It was obvious He had just had He's bath, Something I couldn't do because water wasn't flowing from my shower and my brother Marcel was definitely not going to lend me some this time since I "beat His best friend".

I munched the toasted bread that was served before me, not minding any table manners.

"What happened to your face...?" Jericho asked taking my left hand and scanning through. His parents gave me a curious look also going through my body wanting to know what happened. I immediately stopped my meal and avoided their uncomfortable gaze.

"Oh! that's nothing, just some..." I tried shifting their attention from me and put my hands away from the table .

Jericho pulled me from the dinning table, I thanked his parents for the meal as I walked away with Jericho even though I wasn't filled yet.

He brought me to His room and sat me down to interrogate me.

"What happened?" He asked me Hands akimbo.

"Nothing, I'm fine". I lied.

I knew Jericho too well and He was definitely not buying that. I saw His eyes run through my body, He forcefully turned me over and lifted my shirt. I didn't even bother to stop Him.

"What the hell?!" He yelled.

I turned back and brought my shirt down, I sat up and sighed.

"What happened to you..your back?" He asked again His voice taking an hard edge.

I took a deep breath and looked at Him before breaking down in tears. "I feel pain all over my body, that it makes me want to run out of my skin". I cried.

Jericho made me stop crying and I told Him everything.

I had a clean bath, Jericho lended me some of His loose clothes to wear, we treated my injuries and He made me another nice meal, After that I took a long nap.

I woke up feeling more relieved of the pain.

My ankle hit something as I stretched on the bed I turned to see Jericho sleeping peacefully beside me. I felt like a human whenever I was with Jericho and His family. I didn't want to disturb Him so I slowly creeped out of bed.

I went to His reading table that was usually filled with many books. I went through a couple of them and found a particular book that stole my attention from the others. I dropped the other books and held unto it. The book cover read "HOW TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD". It thrilled me for no reason, books like this don't get my attention unless it was a Science book. I sat on the reading chair and opened the book cover. The first page read again;

"BASIC MYTH WHAT WERE YOU BORN FOR?".