Phoney, liar, attention whore, fake; people dared call Abigail all those names when she told the police about what had happened at the party. Keith sat beside her on her bed as she browsed through her instagram reading all of the comments calling her horrible things like those and even a 'slut'. It had been three days since the incident, Mary had slipped into a depressive state as she watched her daughter slowly become lifeless; the child that had once had so much energy in her was now struggling to get up from her bed each day. Keith's heart felt like it had been torn from his chest and nailed onto the wall the longer he watched her blank green eyes browse the social media page without emotion. He looked away from her and scowled to himself slightly; he wanted to make her smile again, to get a small laugh from her but he didn't even know the girl next to him anymore, she had been replaced with a lifeless puppet.

She looked like she hadn't been sleeping for years, her eyes were red, dark circles were around them and her face was solemn. For a moment Keith wondered if that's how he had looked to her as a child in the orphanage when he felt as marooned as she did for the moment. I'm going to fucking kill those assholes! Keith clicked his tongue and balled his hands into tight fists full of anger, guilt and other negative emotions. If he hasn't gotten selfish that night then he wouldn't have to see his sister in the state she was in.

"Keith, you look like an angry boyfriend when you do that; stop." Abigail mumbled in a monotone voice.

Keith relaxed slightly and closed his eyes, "I can't stop when those dicks aren't getting punished for doing what they did to you."

She slowly looked over at him and gave him the most emotionless stare he had ever seen in his life, "This is how the system is Keith, rape victims are ignored in our town and there's no way around it. Just stop because no one will ever believe me."

"I believe you!" Keith exclaimed as he stood up quickly, yelling in frustration at his sister. "Abigail, I found you half naked and passed out from them. I heard them boasting about drugging you, of course I believe you and screw anyone who doesn't!" Keith shouted at his sister whose eyes had slowly widened the longer she stared at him.

She looked shocked as she slowly set her phone down and stood up in front of him, then her face changed to something pitiful. Her eyebrows lowered and her eyes watered as she frowned, "Thank you...Seung." She whispered before throwing her small arms around him to bring him into a hug. "Promise me you'll believe me no matter what they say to you, that you'll be with me the entire way."

She was crying into his shoulder now as her body trembled and her sobbing was hushed. Keith slowly placed his arms around her and hugged her tightly as he stared at the smartphone on the bed. In it has to contain the names of the guys who did this to Abigail, Keith thought to himself, She keeps a diary on it about her day and what happened. "I promise Abigail, but as I said before, I'm not going to let them walk free." Keith squeezed his sister in his arms as he closed his eyes, he couldn't invade her privacy like that so it meant he had to take drastic measures.

°•°•Age 12•°•°

"Why did you lie?" Jared placed Keith's test onto the table to force him to look at the giant 0 on it.

The young boy looked at it remorsefully as he sat in his chair at the kitchen table. "I didn't lie, I didn't cheat Jared. I told the idiot by me to shut up before he got me in trouble and of course Miss. Atcherson only saw me talking so she took away my test! I didn't do anything wrong!"

He glared up at his foster father in anger and disbelief, he always assumed the worst when Keith got a note home from teachers. It wasn't fair in the slightest to him; Abby was never accused of lying even when Mary and Jared knew she was lying through her crooked teeth. "Then why didn't you tell your teacher that?" Jared asked as he narrowed his brown eyes onto Keith.

The small child threw his hands into the air in frustration as he tried to emphasize his next words, "I did. She didn't care because she hates me Jared! I can't talk to a brick wall and expect it to listen can I?" He shouted.

Jared sighed and rolled his eyes slightly before taking a seat in front of his son. "Don't be a smart ass Keith." That was the first time Jared had sworn in front of Keith, a full year of living under the same roof and not once did he say something like that and it took the young child by surprise. "Now, why do you think she hates you?"

"Because she said Koreans were bad people... She lumped me in with the North Koreans all because my mom left the country. Why do I get treated like that when none of the other Asian kids do?" He whined pathetically.

Jared's eyes softened on Keith as he reached across the table to place his hand on the top of his head gently. "Because some people aren't as educated as the rest of us and think that just because you come from a certain race of people that you must follow the stereotypes." He sounded like an old wise man as he gently rubbed the short cut black hair on the top of Keith's head.

"But I don't-"

"Never said you did Keith," his father laughed slightly and pulled his hand away leaving Keith with a pout and a sense of sadness. "Next time she does this tell her to call me because being racist like that is the worst thing a person can do. Why judge others by their color when you're not full blooded yourself? People in America have so many different ethnicities mixed into their blood so next time she says something racist or treats you differently from the others kids make sure you tell her that."

"Yeah but what's the point if I get sent to the office?" Keith mumbled as he stared at the test in front of him, "Not like they'll believe me anyways, I'm just a kid."

"Hey," Jared tilted Keith's chin up slowly and gave a soft smile to the child as he stared into his eyes. "I'll believe you even when others don't, never give up hope when people turn their backs on you because without hope you're an empty shell."

°•°•Age 16•°•°

Keith slowly hoisted himself over Jackson's fence and landed in his garden in his backyard easily. He had done this so many times over the last two years that he had grown accustomed to lifting himself with his arms. He stealthily ran through the back yard and to the bushes below Jacksons room where he threw pieces of broken up slate at gently, hoping he wouldn't crack the window as he tired to get the boy's attention. He stopped when he saw a light turn on in the room and then a very confused boy showed up in the window before he gave Keith a gentle smile and waved him up as he opened his window.

"Well look what the cat dragged in, a tiny little lavender eyed Korean." He chuckled slightly.

Keith felt his right hand ball up into a fist from the way he was just described by the guy he was dating. He slowly began to climb up onto the balcony next to his room as he furrowed his brows. He already knew how he was going to get information out of the horny teen, but it wasn't going to be how Jackson wanted it but rather...a few punches to the face. When he managed to slip through the window into Jacksons room he instantly had to push the boy away from him.

"I'm not here to fool around, actually I'm done with that now." Keith grunted and stepped away to cross his arms and glare at a clearly displeased pampered rich kid standing in front of him.

Jackson ran a hand through his hair and walked over to sit on the bed. "What the hell do you want then?" He mumbled in annoyance.

"Who were the three guys who raped my sister? I know you know them because that bedroom is always locked since it was your sister's before she moved away. So you had to have given out the keys." Keith's voice trembled slightly as he tried to hide his anger with passive aggression, his right hand relaxing and balling into a fist over and over again.

Jackson shrugged and crossed his arms, "Yeah so what I gave them the key? It's Abigail's own damn fault for dressing like how she did Keith." His eyes slowly shifted up to focus on Keith's and a small smirk spread across his face, "If you want more information about them then you're going to have to do the normal for me and get in the bed."

"I'll give you something better than that you fucking swine." Keith rushed over to the boy and slammed his clenched fist into Jacksons nose and watched as the boys head flung backwards knocking him onto the bed, a sickening crunch pierced the air around them as he wailed in pain and began to clutch his bleeding nose tightly. Keith didn't wait for him to stop crying over something petty like that, he grabbed the boy by his T-shirt and pulled him close to his face, "Who are they!" Keith shouted, not caring at this point whether or not he woke up Mr. and Mrs. Prescott or even the neighbors.

"Get the fuck off of me you crazy faggot!" Jackson shouted as he pushed Keith away, getting some of his blood onto his blue shirt. Keith stumbled backwards and clenched his teeth as he crashed into a lamp and knocked it over. "I'm not telling you shit Kogane!" Jackson shouted and he covered his nose. "The cops won't do shit to help you as long as my parents pay them."

Of course they wouldn't, the Prescott's were one of the richest families in West Hills, their son was like a celebrity around here so why would anyone want to tarnish their reputation or ruin their little star child's future. Keith felt his blood boil as he tackled the boy onto the bed just as the bedroom door opened and his father walked in to find Keith attacking his son. "You're a sick bastard, letting someone do something as disgusting as rape without trying to stop it!" His fingers closed around Jacksons neck and he couldn't control himself as he squeezed it.

"Keith, let go before you do something you can't come back from!" Mr. Prescott shouted. Jacksons parents knew about Keith and their child's relationship and turned their noses away from it so that in case something happened, they wouldn't get involved but now Mr. Prescott had to intervene or his son could be killed.

"K...eith..." Jackson choked as he clawed at Keith's hands desperately.

Suddenly Keith lowered his head and remembered the words that Jared had told Abigail the first day they had met, 'don't become your own tragic hero.' His grip loosened slowly and he felt his eyes burn with unshed tears as the room fell silent, "Why?" He whispered before slowly wiping away the salty tears, he looked down to meet the eyes of the person he once thought he could possibly have loved. "Why would you do it."
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"Money, money can corrupt people and make them do anything." Mr. Prescott stated as he slid over a cup of water to Keith who silently stared blankly at the envelope resting on the oak wood table in front of him. "We're willing to look the other way about this incident if you tell the police you and Abby were lying about the rape accusations."

Keith's gazed hardened as he stared at the pitifully small envelope. "You really think you can silence me with something like this as long as my sister suffers everyday from bullies and the emotional distress she has to endure?" Keith's voice was dangerously low as his gaze slowly lifted up to glare at Mr. Prescott.

"Of course not Keith, no one except greedy pigs would. But I'm willing to do more than just give you money." The chubby man shifted in his seat slowly and clasped his hands together, "I'm willing to make the entire town go silent about this incident, to make those comments on her social media disappear without a trace, to pay for both of your college tuition and even supply you with money for the rest of your life for as long as I'm alive. I'm not talking a hundred dollars each month either, I'm talking thousands but you have to do three things for me in return."

Keith felt sick to his stomach as he listened to the man, actually considering the deal. "You need to lie and say it didn't happen, you need to tell the police that you were drunk and thought it would be a funny prank and finally," he slowly pulled out his phone and slid it across the table. Below Keith's nose was an advertisement for the Prescott's most famous item, a cologne that was just as famous as old spice and axe. "You have to be my poster boy for my newest scent. It's going to be called Destiny, and you're going to be the one to pose for it with those beautiful eyes of yours."

Keith stared at the ad in mixed emotions; half of him wanted to throw the phone into the wall, rip up the check and leave but the other half told him to take the deal. To secure a future for both him and Abby, even if it meant becoming corrupted himself. He slowly slid the phone back across the table and looked at the man, his heart was officially blackened with his next words, "I'll do it, but you must use my middle name when giving credit to me as your...model."

A devilish grin spread across Mr. Prescott's face as he snickered like one of those Disney villains. "Good, I'm happy that I didn't have to use any other tactics to get you to agree. I'll make you a bank account and give you your payment for this month and set aside money for you and Abigail's college tuition." He slowly stood up and held a hand out to Keith, "How about instead of using your middle name on the poster we use Murasaki?"

"Whatever you wish...you own me now, sir." He closed his eyes and took the man's hand suddenly becoming someone's pet once again like how Mr. Stewart had ruled over his life; he had predicted his entire future for him. He was now Abigail's lamb to the slaughter by his own free will, forever and until the day he gives his final breath. He was corrupted and had become one of this pigs he despised so much, he was his own Mr.Stewart and burned Abigail with his future lies, he became the monster he loathed for so long.

His eyes slowly opened and he gave Mr. Prescott a serious look. "Ah, I already like you Murasaki, I can tell that this will be a great business decision for the both of us."

"Indeed, sir."

"Call me Toby. After all I'm going to be treating you like a second son from here on out." He pulled his hand from Keith's and watched as the purple eyed boy grab the envelope of cash and tuck it into his jeans.

Keith slowly blinked and felt disgusted as he stooped to a new low, "Thank you...Toby." Then he turned away and left through the front door and walked the lonely road home.
He betrayed both Jared and Abby tonight by giving up hope and breaking a promise.