There had been few occasions in which he had been so certain he was about to die. Liam's obsession with intrusive thoughts began when he was six years old. Being a member of a household of nine and living with his evil uncle was just the worst nightmare. An egotistical, self-centered, toxic, disgusting individual who only cares about himself and his masculinity. As a result of his Uncle's repeated attempts to kill Liam when he got drunk, Liam never got along with him. At age ten, his uncle thought it wasn't normal for him to have a squeaky voice.

One gloomy night, that was almost the end of Liam life, he decided to eat late because his twin sisters, Abigail and Annie, ate everything in the refrigerator. Due to their adorable faces, they always get away with it. As a result, he has become accustomed to his siblings special treatment. Although Liam would be upset, he would suffer a punch in the chest from his Uncle if he displayed his vulnerable side. Rather than whining or complaining, he grabbed his favorite snack, Oreos, which he hid behind the refrigerator. His uncle had just returned home from the bar where he had been kicked out. He was completely drunk and barged into the house wobbling with an empty bottle in his hand making his way to the couch. In this case, this was his Uncle's routine, and Liam wasn’t surprised. But today was different.

“Liam, get over here!”

After hiding the snack in the sink, Liam sped to his drunk Uncle. As he walked closer to his uncle, the smell of alcohol became stronger. Liam's face twitched as he reacted to the smell.

Currently, he was hiccupping, burping, and then continued speaking, “so you think you can do whatever you want at this hour at night just because you are the second man in this house?”

"No, I just got hungry," Liam replied.

“You think I'm an idiot, don't you? You must be trying to see that girl you mentioned!”

It shocked Liam, not only because the girl was his ex, Bethany, but also because they weren't a real couple. At the time, Liam was only nine years old. In his heart, he grew more and more fearful. An uncle who was drunk and talking out of his mouth, a child of nine who just wanted a snack.

“You scared, boy? Huh?”

"N-no, sir" Liam struggled to speak. However, it was obvious that he was afraid but didn't want to show it. He spoke with a sound of fear even a blind person could hear.

“Yes, you are. The problem is that you're weak. Is my presence a threat to you? No matter how afraid you are, you never show it!"

“Yes, sir” While Liam's voice didn't sound as strong as it once did, it was clear he had improved, but he was still afraid.

In his uncle's drunken state, anger developed. "Do you hear me, boy? I don’t think you understand-“

Immediately interrupting him, Liam replied, "I understand.".

In keeping with his habit of excessive drinking, he drank too much this time, triggering his feelings of anger and aggression. “Are you trying to talk over me?”

It didn't take long for Liam to shut down, too scared to speak.

“Oh, so you think you’re too much of a man to speak to me, huh boy?”

Having reached this point, Liam knew if he said anything, he would overreact, and if he remained silent, he would make him even angrier.

His uncle knocked his arm against the table after dropping the alcohol bottle. He grabbed Liam by the neck and choked him for what seemed like an eternity. Is this the end of Liam's story? As his mind raced with thoughts of death, his vision blurred. Luckily his cousin, Kaitlyn, stopped him before his last breath was taken.

His physique began to alter by the time he was twelve, and he found it strange because he wasn't used to it. His voice was a clear indication of puberty. When he was eleven, he opted to live with his mother and her partner. At the beginning of his life, he had his life stolen, and memories from the past haunted him. Not death, but mental and physical torture was terrifying. Fear still increases whenever he spends a lot of time in his brain. Living with his mother, however, seemed to be a fresh start for him; a new school with higher education, a vehicle instead of four buses, and even a large dog named "Cuddles.". It was almost too perfect for Liam to believe he deserved a spot like this. A beautiful house, a nice neighborhood, and he was right. The place Liam found himself in wasn't right for him; Liam deserved better.

OCD and perfectionist tendencies were a part of his mother's personality. The man she loved was a few years older than her, Greg, but he adored her, despite his struggles to create this perfect picture for her. Liam gradually realized that his idyllic existence was far from perfect. Liam's mother expected that he would become this flawless male doctor, and her husband miraculously became a billionaire, but she never considered her passion. Because of her disorder, Greg said she always dreamed of becoming a dancer but never was able to do so. When things weren't quite lined up, like shoes not being kept on the left side of the door entrance, everyone not wearing matching socks or slippers, dishes not washed, etc, she'd panic and yell at everyone. Over the next three years, things deteriorated to the point that Greg broke up with her and fled when she got belligerent, leaving Liam alone with her problems. Liam's mother steadily mistreated him, and he did nothing but respect her because he had been taught as a gentleman.

Her OCD and perfectionism worsened, and Liam gradually became enraged. He felt drinking was the only way he could escape reality since he saw his uncle get drunk and thought it was normal. Fortunately, it was only a passing notion that he never actually participated in. His mother, on the other hand, booted him out after becoming tired of him leaving the cupboards open.

Liam began his street life at the age of fifteen, where he had several experiences when strangers battled him till he bled out; he had judgmental glances, clichéd pictures, attempted murder by drug users, harassed by little children, and threatened and suicidal thoughts. Liam's legs were practically still; Almost every bone in his body was fractured.

Survival in conflict demonstrates a man's strength.