Hello. Welcome to my first story. Clearly, this is an original story, all mine. I should warn you, however, that it will later contain elements of an extremely provocative nature. I'm going to say right now, that if you don't think you can handle sensitive subjects, you ought to turn back. Thank you for reading.

Prologue

The day Jack moved in, everything changed.

My mother came back after walking out on me and my father eight years ago, and had brought her two sons – my half-brothers – to live with us. My father, being the warm person he is, welcomed them back. He'd forgiven mom. I hadn't. The eldest son, Hayden, was tall and blonde…perhaps a little chunky, but not fat. His personality bubbled and boiled over like an overheated teapot. I could just see the steam in his eyes, lively and blue. The youngest, and now the middle child, Jack, was different. Jack had brown hair, like chocolate. His eyes were stuck sometimes between green and blue, depending on his mood, and his personality was a dishonest one. It surged just beneath the surface, like an accident waiting to happen, but on the outside he was calm and unabashed to say what was on his mind; Jack was the mistake of a lifetime.