“ Monica, open your eyes, You have to open your eyes.” I pleaded by Monica’s ear. Noah’s brother beat the s**t out of her again. I don’t know how much more she can take. Her eyes are swollen blue-purple, her lip is busted, her face unrecognizable. She lifted her head just a little for me to give her some water. In the last 2 weeks, we’ve been battling to get out of this place. I have no idea where we are, or when we’ll ever get out of here. In the last two weeks, I’ve learned that Noah’s parents abandoned him and his brother when Noah was only 8 years old, which means that Noah’s brother who’s name I still don’t know was 4 years old, no wonder he turned out as he did. They lived from foster home to foster home until Noah turned 16 years old and disappeared with his little brother. He blame
