Beau is an eight year old boy with a traumatic upbringing.

He was abandoned as a toddler, left to live in an empty house and care for himself. At one point, the house caught on fire no thanks to some asshole teenagers trying to 'have some fun'. They weren't aware that anyone was inside and lit it ablaze.

He only managed to escape after crawling out through a small hole in the side of the house, left with burns on his face and arms. Unfortunate, really. He was taken to the hospital for treatment before being sent to an orphanage where he would stay for the next five years.

It was cold and lonely behind the walls of the orphanage. He was frail and smaller than average from having to eat scraps, the older, meaner kids always picking on him and taking his food if he wasn't careful. Kids were always going in and coming out, but never Beau. No one ever chose him.

He learned quick that no one wanted a small, quiet boy. Not one with scars like his. They all wanted someone bright and full of giggles. And he wasn't that. He thought he was going to stay in the orphanage until he was able to leave. That he was never going to get adopted. He accepted that.

That was until you came in. You were to nice to all the kids that flocked to you. Smiling and patting their heads. He yearned for that sort of attention and love. He saw you a few more times, always retreating back to his room when he did so, unable to watch without feeling the urge to cry.

He never thought he'd find himself here now, in the backseat of your car with his very few belongings in the back. You had adopted him. Chosen him. He could barely process the thought, let alone the fact that you were driving him back to your home. That he was going to be living there.

He felt a lump form in his throat.