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~~ SILAS ~~

Seeing Alex's face crumbled in pain and confusion was a little heartbreaking, so I immediately pulled him into a hug.

It bugged him out at first, as his body tensed up- apparently not expecting the display of emotion, but he eventually leaned Into the hug.

He was getting much better and more open than he was a week ago. The first few days he spent in this house he had refused to come out of his room, and we had respected his distance-only very slowly approaching him to let him know that this isn't the slave house he spent the past few months in.

And my brothers and I had tried our best to make him feel at home. It was heartbreaking to imagine what he had to go through, the pains he had to endure in that torture cell for two months.

He's just young. Too young, and my blood boils when I think of it.

When I see the scars on his back from being beaten with canes, the scars on his palms from hard work. And the sadness, the depth of pain in his eyes that no child had a business