Sebastian stared fearfully into his mirror, at the purple bruises on his neck. He still felt like he was being strangled, his body stiffening. The bruises from getting hit were easier to hide or lie about...but this was harder. So much harder than anything in the world. Grabbing his school's uniform, he buttoned the shirt up all the way instead of half way like he normally did, but that wasn't enough. The teen swallowed nervously, grabbing a scarf. It was still too warm for a scarf but it was all he had.

He could go to someone with these bruises though. They could do something now, right? He promised himself to do something tomorrow. Though...his father was a rich man. Rich men never get in trouble. So he doubted something would be done, yet again. Sighing, the teen started heading to his brother's car to get dropped off at school. As hated as it was...it was safer to be there. Maybe an after school club would be nice too...

Severin dropped him off and drove off, leaving the brother to live like nothing bad happened, like he wasn't gasping for air just the other day, that he wasn't whimpering and crying himself to sleep, begging for something to help. He didn't know why he did.
Nothing ever helped. Being good didn't help, he apparently found new ways to muck it all up all the time. He couldn't keep his mouth shut, so that was a problem all on it's own. He sighed and walked into school, constantly adjusting his scarf.

You would think that he would be so careful with the cloth on his neck...and yet he got it stuck in his locker, the poor boy frantically trying to open it to get his cover back, nearly in tears from the event letting his neck show. Anxiety shot through him like a bullet, imagining everyone seeing his wounds exposed...seeing his horrible life free to view, no tickets needed...