While some people live their best lives, us the others aren't as lucky. Some aren't born with the fate of luxury.

Most of the children my age have a good bright life, with loving parents, a beautiful house, food on their table but I'm not that lucky. My parents divorced when I was twelve years old. My father was violent towards my mother and one day I woke up to find her gone.She left us. She left me and my brother with a abusive man, even though he never hit me he was still strickt, but my big brother wasn't as lucky. But fortunately for us he left too. We don't know why and where he went but we knew he was included in illegal business. Now it's only me and my five year older big brother.I speak often with my mother and I've met her a few times, she even introduced me to her new husband, Niko, which is from Greece and they live there, but my brother and her aren't on good terms. He hates her for leaving us and making him work hard to feed me. Doesn't blame him though? Instead of enjoying his life, he's taking care of me.

Like my father , my brother is a drug dealer and work for someone very powerful and they pay him good. One night when I confronted him about his job, why he was doing this he said because it pays good. No matter how much they pay I don't think it's worth it to risk his life, but it seems as I'm talking to a fucking wall.

But lately he has been overly stressed. He leaves early in the morning and comes late at night.  I may see him in three or  four days. He is a good brother, he provides for me and I'm more than grateful. It's not his duty to provide for me, but he does it and he hasn't complained once. I may not be able to go to college but I can still finish highschool because of my brother so I show him my gratitude by cooking and cleaning the house. At least he has clean clothes and food on the table after a long day at work.

I love my brother so much I would give my life for him.

I just finished school for today and me and my best friend Kristine go behind a abandoned building , our neighbourhood isn't the cleanest or the safest by the way. Anyway we often come here to smoke. We've been doing it for one year and our brothers are best friends too but we don't want them to catch us smoking. Like me, also Kristine has only her brother.

While my parents left me, Kristine parents died in a car accident. Rumors said they were killed, because of her brother, which is included in illegal business too. He and my brother work together. Sometimes we do drugs but today we couldn't get any so we smoke regular cigarettes. “ This shit is going to kill us soon,”- Kris says. I smile at her. We've been best friends since kindergarten. “ They're going to suspend us from school,”- i say as I sit on my knees.  She sighed “ Well we haven't been the best students, fighting and leaving classes and all that stuff,”- she says. “ Just because we enrolled to a good school doesn't mean that we are the best students, why can't they see that. I mean we're not the only ones who leave the class. “- she continues but what grabbed my attention were three black SUV's heading towards our neighbourhood. Well it's not something new but we rarely see expensive cars in our neighbourhood.

That grabbed Kris attention too “ What's the mafia doing here today?“- she asks.

I glance at her sideways “ How would I know?“

“ They smell like trouble,”- she says.

I agree with her.

We finished our cigarettes and left. “ See you tomorrow,”- she said as  we changed paths.

I'm heading home , but I have a really bad feeling. When I approached my building I see the three black Sedans parked outside. They scream money and my neighbourhood is the poorest in New York, so it's not a surprise I'm scared. I hope they're not after my brother.

I hurry up to my apartment on the fifth floor and when I approach my door a big man dressed in a black suit was standing near the door. When he saw me he knocked three times on the door and the door opened. " Get in !" the man said to me.

"Who are you?"- i asked but he didn't answer me and a second later my brother was screaming and I was torn between the need to go to him and the need to run away as far as possible. I already took two steps backwards. The men who was standing at the door shaked his head “ I wouldn't suggest that, your brother is inside,”- he says in a deep voice. I froze in my tracks. What the hell Aria?,I scold myself. My brother is screaming inside and I'm thinking about leaving him there and running away. Shame on me. I run inside the house and I froze on my steps again when I saw that two big men were holding my brother down by the shoulders on the chair and his hand was pinned on the table by a knife. "Anderson!"- i screamed and rushed to him but two strong hands were holding me by my biceps. I was struggling but he was much stronger. “ Don't fucking touch me!“- i screamed and tried to headbutt him but the back of my head slammed against his chest, not his nose that I was pointing. Again it was futile because the man that was holding me chuckled and his fingers on my biceps tightened to the point of pain.

"Let her go, please!"- my brother said, his features in pain as his good hand was shaking.

God, it hurts so much seeing him in pain.

Tears fell from my eyes.

" Look what do we have here!"- the man who was holding my brother down said. I look at him at he's tall , big and muscular and although he may be handsome he's so fucking scary.

" Anderson, didn't know you had such a beautiful sister!"- he said to my brother.  My brother shaked his head as a tear escaped his eye.

"Please, Kade she is innocent, let her go please!"- my brother begged.

Kade approached me and put a hand to my cheek stroking my gently.

" Beautiful!"- he said.

“ Fuck off,”- i growled at him at and the fucker instead of getting mad he smiled.

" What do we do with her, father?"- Kade said and a man I haven't seen before stood up from the sofa in the living room and came towards me. I went to take a step back but collided with a hard chest. The man who is more scary than his son slowly walked towards me, his steps steady and unhurried. I sucked a breath as the man stopped in front of me, his hands going to his pants pockets. He stood so close to me that I had to lift my head, but the moment our eyes met I lowered my head as a shiver ran down my spine.

" Your sister in exchange for you life!"- the man said to my brother.

My eyes widened as I dared to look up at the man and his eyes scared me even more that I slowly started trembling

"What? No!" - Anderson said immediately, struggling against the man holding him.

  " I wasn't asking!"- the man said.

" I will take her, whenever you want or not. And if you're gonna be a problem I will take care of you right now,” the man said and my brother started screaming and struggling but he was no match for the men holding him. Then i felt something pinching my neck. A syringe. They drugged me and the last thing I saw was my brother mouthing " I'm so sorry!"- with tears in his eyes.