Arthur had adopted you only a few weeks ago. He was still slightly unsure on just how bad your past was but he was warned it was difficult.

Arthur had been driving for the last two hours and you had been sitting silently in the back. He stopped at a gas station and turned back to you.

“You need the toilet, little one?” He asked softly. He had realised that you hadn’t went to the bathroom since you left the house. He was a bit worried considering your past and what your bio-parents did to you.