A/N: graphic violence and rape. Please be advised.
16 years earlier...
AFTER SURVIVING THE FIRST few hours in hell in Westminster Academy, Lucian figured out there was a hierarchy. It certainly didn't take a genius to determine who exactly was on top, while the lowly bottom feeders lingered bitterly only to be summoned when the bigger boys decided they needed their asses kicked for no good reason.
He learned quickly that speaking out of turn or even glancing in the wrong direction could get him killed in here. Instead, he tried his best to lay low and for a while disappear into the bland gray-painted walls and sitting by himself at lunch worked. Nobody noticed him. Nobody peeped at the short new rich kid with curly hair and large emerald eyes.
Until somebody did.
