Ezra Brooks . D7 . cb2 . done

She had only been eight at the time. He had told himself that he would be the one to find her, to save her, to be the hero, the perfect brother that she thought he was. And he loved that about her. He loved that she could see no fault in him because thats what he needed her to see, he needed her to understand. He picked up her small body, his lips peeling back into a smile, even though his body pulsed with concern. She was shivering, her whole body trembling but as she opened her eyes, as they connected with his own he could see the fear melt away. She was in the hands of her brother now, her brother who was to her al goof and laughs but when, if she turned away, maybe she would be able to see. See the way that his body was not his own, but for sale for those who paid enough. It never used to be like that. but when Ezra grew up be began to understand more, be began to realize that his mother, his father, they were both on breaking point, working as hard as they could for income that could barely even offer enough for just Marley and Alice let alone himself and them. So he promised them, he promised them that they need not worry because he would care for them now, he would care for them the way they had cared for him. And so he did. He did in the only way he could get enough money, the only way that he knew. Sex.