"The statement "y is a function of x" means that y varies according to any value of x takes on."

Primo flipped his pen with his fingers as he listened to the private lecturer of the Santoro family. It has been five years since Alex and Sandra got their divorced and his brother re-married to a gold digger.

He was there to witness their marriage and if he could just gag at how ugly she was, he already had done it. His brother has a stroke of really bad luck when it comes to marrying a woman.

He is and will always be ending up with a gold digger.

Primo is now fifteen years old and he is still living at the Santoro house, which he calls "the gates of hell". He had never thought that he would be here until his fake grandmother would marry him into someone like Sandra Santoro.

He sighed as the class ended with a swift. Finally, he can go back to his room, murmuring to the depths of the earth while hoping that the devil would visit him and take him away.

What a dream for the young child.

He gathered up his things and walked out of the large room. He walked the hallways of the large mansion and looked at the giant pictures of each of the Santoro boys.

The Santoros are known to only bear boys as their children. There are a few women in the family but they are not as many as the guys. He looked at every picture until he spotted the portrait that he was in.

It was taken when he was eleven years old. He was having a bad time adjusting to the lifestyle of the Santoros when the portrait was taken. He is frowning as hell and it made him chuckle.

He looks stupid.

At the end of the hall, down to the grand stairs of the mansion, there was a portrait of the Santoro boys; from the first generation to the latest generation.

Primo is under the third generation, together with Daime, the youngest of the third generation Santoros.

His older brother is part of the first generation, even though he is not completely adopted by the Santoros.

He stared at his own picture that has the similar look to a mug shot and laugh. He really looked stupid in the pictures.

While looking at the various picture of generations of Santoros, a picture catches his attention and made him questioned his sanity.

The man looks very much like Silvia, the driver who took him from the airport to the mansion. The one who calls him "Young master".

His face started to frown and immediately went to the place where he could meet Silvia.

The horse stable.

Silvia is cleaning the turf when he heard Primo's voice from afar. He looked out of the stable and smile at Primo's sweaty face and huffing chest.

"You. Are. A. Santoro?"

Primo is still huffing and panting when he said those words. It took Silvia half a minute to comprehend what the question was. He nodded as a response to Primo.

"Then why are you working like a slave here?"

Silvia did not expect such a question coming from Primo. He didn't know what to answer. He only looked at the young teen in front of him as tears shed from his eyes.

Primo's eyes widen in surprise. He immediately went to Silvia's side and dropped everything he is holding before wiping the elder's tears with his hand.

Silvia draws back in fear of getting caught by the head of the family. He was not supposed to have this type of conversation with Primo, as per the order of the oldest Santoro.

He walked away from Primo before wiping his own tears. Primo observed him as he clutched his hands until his knuckles were white.

'That old hag! I hate her! I hope she dies!'

Primo was feeling pain and his mind was filled with anger that he can kill anyone if they pissed him off more.

'It was all her fault!'

Silvia tried to stop him from hurting anyone. Even bribed his life for the others, Primo calmed down and looked at Silvia, who was trying to stop his tears from falling.

"Let's run away."

Silvia looked at Primo with fear in his eyes. He shook his head and his body started to tremble. Silvia reminisced the time when he tried to run away from the Santoro house, only to get caught and punished by Grandmama.

"We can't. We shouldn't. I am sorry, Young master. But you can't run away from here."

With darkness in his eyes, Primo stood up from the ground.

"Watch me. Watch me escape."

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Primo wakes up early in the morning to make breakfast for the three of them. He groans at how heavy his body is and how dizzy he is.

He feels as if his mind is exploding. It is the same feel after drinking whiskey all night. He can't even stand up properly without stumbling back to the ground.

His feels tightness in his chest and his breath is hot. That's when Primo realizes that he is sick.

Primo is damn sick.

He groans at the feeling and immediately dials Daime's number to say that he should cook them breakfast since the older male is sick out of reason.

Daime groans when he hears his phone vibrating and curses whoever is calling him in the morning of Saturday.

But when he sees the caller ID, he prays that he did not hear him cursing out of him.

"Hey, Primo. Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Primo curses in response, making Daime irk a little bit. But that also made him realize that something is wrong with his cousin.

Daime scrambles to his feet, went out of his room, and enters Primo's room without knocking. He sees his cousin gasping for air while the A/C is in full blast.

Daime shivers by how cold the room is and sucks up all of his courage before going back to the hallway and immediately grabs the medicine kit.

He takes out of the thermometer and places it in Primo's right armpit then he calls out for Drax to prepare a warm bath for Primo.

Good thing, Drax is awake. The third cousin immediately goes to Primo's bathroom and runs the water until it warms.

Together, they help Primo to the bathroom, strip him off of his clothes and dump him to tub to get bathe.

Daime looks at his cousin's temperature and almost slides down the bathroom floor when he sees the numbers in the digital thermometer.

104 degrees Fahrenheit.

"Shit."