The way Jesse was looking at him made Jayden want to crumble and cry, but he managed to hold himself together by a thread. "Months," he whispered, "maybe a year? Kids used to beat me up all the time, and he said I deserved it. Guess he thought I needed more. I can't even get out of this room, the door's locked," he said, pointing over to it. "I sleep with the light on. I steal food and hide it in my floor because he doesn't feed me," Jayden wiggled the loose floorboard he was standing on with his foot. "I hate him."