It wasn't supposed to go like this. Life sucks. That's just reality. The fairy-tale's lie, prince charming doesn't actually show. And the abused teen at home continues the cycle with his own kid; or does he? Meet Adrian. He's fifteen - physically. Mentally, he's, well - he's four. He roams the halls of school, no one questing the bruises littering his body, he fell down the stairs. That would be his excuse - if anyone ever bothered to ask. They didn't. His father came into his room every night to watch a movie with him - if someone asked. He was numb because of his mother's death - if someone asked. The box hidden away in his closet had old clothes - if someone asked. They didn't. Well, until Jackson that is. -------------------- This story contains spanking and gayness. If you don't like it, then leave, please. TPWK~ PS, this story is under construction so half of the chapters suck and the other half don't so have fun with that~