The apartment was not like the mansion but it was comfortable. Cracked sidewalks snaked through weedy grass. Most of the building's paint was falling apart and sagging roofs moving like they were tired of standing. A rusting mini van with two Missing wheels sat as a permanent fixture beside the curb. The sun peeped through the windows of the apartment casting golden stripes on the little desk that now serves as desk and dinner for Abel Scott and his family at the apartment. He stares blankly into the laptop screen sitting comfortably on the desk as he prepares his resume. “What are you doing,darling?” Sarah Lawrence asked, running her fingers through Abel Scott’s hair.“I’m preparing a resume and cover letter for my application.” Abel Scott said. “Wow that’s amazing, babe!” Sarah Lawrence was elated. She bent over to plant a kiss on Abel Scott's cheeks. “What role are you applying for, darling?” Sarah Lawrence enquired.“I’m writing to express my interest in the Warehouse Supervis

All Sarah Lawrence saw was a shining light and then everything became pitch black accompanied with searing pain.“My eyes! What the hell; my eyes” Sarah Lawrence dropped to her knees, clawing at her cheeks trying to take off the pain she felt.Sarah Lawrence stretched her hands forward, blindly reaching for something; anything that could make the pain stop while the liquid burned deeper. Bang! Sarah Lawrence could only hear muffled sounds from the blow one of the gang members left on her face. Five men who stood over six feet entered the apartment, Their faces were covered and the word PRAY tattooed on their neck. “What’s going on, Sarah?” “Who are these people,Sarah?” Elena Lawrence asked, moving towards the door. One of the men with a hand as large as an elephant trunk jacked Elena Lawrence up by her shirt and threw her like a rag doll.“Ah!” Elena Lawrence screamed her back landing on the television screen and her face stumbling first into the center table in the living room