Hadyn had known fear in his life. That deep, gut twisting terror that caused every deep buried instinct to fire. Once he had thought he'd even experience such fear of dying that he could face it every day and never flinch. That night had come after Jordan had gone to college, and he and Dominick had once again gotten into an argument.

His father had slapped him hard, and in the ensuing struggle, the railing on the third floor gave way and Hadyn watching is terror as his father just let him fall back. It was how he'd dislocated his shoulder, slamming into it on the second story landing. Dominick had let him howl and scream for what seemed a life time before he'd bothered to go pick up his son. Take him to the hospital.

That night, he realized, was nothing in comparison. Hadyn's eyes went wide as Dominick wrapped is hands around his neck and just...squeezed as he screamed at him. As his father shook him, Hadyn tried to twist and claw his way out of it, every second passing him causing more and more panic as he reeled back. There was a rushing sound in his ears, and his vision seemed to be blurred in one eye.

He couldn't hear Jordan, he thought as he saw his brother for a brief moment. Than black. Everything was black. Hadyn gasped as he came to again, coughing violently as he sat on the floor. He hadn't remembered falling, but he must have.

"He is a shame to our family!" Dominick raged at Jordan, pushing himself off the wall that Jordan had punched him into. "He is a faggot, a stain! He insults me, after all I have done for him, by sleeping with men!? I will not stand it."