Evan's POV

I looked at the picture of my mom and I. Her soft blond hair was let down, her blue eyes were looking at the camera and her face lighting up.

I missed my mom. My brother's Victor and Vincent and my dad were the only family left.

Well... I wouldn't say family. They barely talk to me. My mom was always there for me.

"What's wrong?" My mom asked peeping in my room. "Nothing" I muttered.

"That's not nothing to me", she said as she walked in and sat on the edge of my bed.

"Okay..."I started as I sucked some air. "I got a B+"I sighed. My mom smiled. "That's great! "She said. I looked up. "But you always said to get A pluses.

"Even if you get an F I would't hate you"she smiled

That wasn't the only time my mom was there for me. There were other times.

Without her my life is ruined, my girlfriend broke up with me, after mom died my dad turned alcoholic and I'm getting beaten up by thugs because one of the thugs think i stole his girlfriend.

Correction:Ex girlfriend

I couldn't see the thugs face though. They were wearing masks.

I walked downstairs. No one was there. I sighed. My dad and my brother must of gone somewhere.

I went back up to my room.

Without me. Beep! My phone got a message. It was from the thugs. It said remember you gotta come to the ally on 7 look at the time 7:08. Your late.

I wasn't going to go. Hell no. I decided to watch tv.

Soon my bedroom door flung open. It was the thugs. I winced as my back was against the wall.

"Your late Evan" one thug said. Soon they grabbed my arms. "No! Let go of me!"I cried.

"We aren't going to let you go"a thug said. "Your better hope you'll be alive by the time we finish you today..."