"Hey, kid! Wake up!"

I woke up to a deep yet coarse voice and rubbed my eyes. I felt awful. I squinted my eyes and saw a beautiful...no, manly and perfect face that I have never seen before. He was wearing a white long shirt, covered with a grey suit over it. His tie was loosen around his oh-so-perfect neck. I gulped and looked down. What am I doing? 

"What are you doing here, sleeping in the middle of the forest?"

"I...I..."

-flashback-

I covered my ears with my sweaty palms, afraid to face or even hear what my mum and her guy quarelling about. Tons of guys have been visiting my mum. What I worry most is that they will torture her. No, should i say, ually tortured her. Every day without fail, my mum will bring in a guy from the streets. It has been 17 years of fear, guilt and torture. No doubt, I hate to live in this filthy house but I love my mum so much. Sometimes, it hurts. My mum is beautiful eventhough she wore a worn out cream dress that she has been wearing for almost 5 years. She took it from a nearby garbage centre. She barely feed me anything. Food? No. Water? No. A hot cup of ramen could last me for a month, if I can say that. She hated me. She didn't enrol me to a school. My neighbour, Lee Hayi, is the most beautiful person that I have ever met. She taught me some alphabets. That's right, a girl who is so much younger than me, taught me everything. She told me that the world is evil. Evil; the word that has been chanting every single second in my head. I love her as a dongsaeng. I'm the only child and I adore her so much since she live quite a happy family. Its the opposite for me. I don't know who is my dad. I don't know everything. I'm 17 years old; big enough to know almost everything that has been happening with the world. Yet, i'm stuck in this filthy, cursed house. 

"Kwon Jiyong! Kwon ing Jiyong!"

"Y...yes mum?"

I ran towards the living room, hands trembled. Heart pounding. I was afraid since she could hit me everytime if i'm a second late to reach her. I've got a bad feeling about this. God, please save me. My mum was not alone. She was with this body built guy. Different guy from last week. This time, my mum's taste for guys was getting terrible. I preferred her first guy. He was nicer than the others since he fed me food. He always carressed me but I don't understand why he liked to my manhood. I was little during that time. I told Hayi about it and then she denied and told me to never remember it again. She only said that it was dirty. Dirty in the sense of what? 

"Get out from this house."

"What?"

"I said get out! Don't you ing hear me?! He will take care of me if you're out from this house. Now, go!"

She pushed me out through the door. It was raining. I think that the weather knows my condition very well. She locked the door. I kept on knocking the door. I think it took me ages to wait for my mum to open the door. The last thing that I saw was my mum was being ually tortured by the guy. What is this? My mum chose the guy over me. I dragged myself, to God knows where. I miss Hayi. I miss her, telling me stories of her in school. I want to study more. Goodbye Hayi dongsaeng.

-end of flashback-

"You stink! Now come on and get up. You're following me to my house."

"I can't, Sir"

"I'm sorry. What? So you're telling me that you want me to leave you here? What's your name kid?"

"Jiyong. Kwon Jiyong."

"Now listen to me kid. This is my very first time, helping people so listen to me and follow."