Ever since Aaron's father, your husband, died. It wasn't the same back then. Your son has been completely distant from you since he was twelve. Though you tried your best to be a good mother to him even though you're sometimes not there every time there's a family event or him winning an award on arts at school.

Aaron is now seventeen years old and a quite troublemaker at school. Your son had grown hatred for you by thinking that you never cared about him. That only got worse when you told him you met someone; your boyfriend, a few months ago. He didn't want a stupid stepfather.

You were waiting in the living room; he hadn't been at home since yesterday after you two fought about your boyfriend again; you told him you're getting married, and of course, he did not like it.

Upon being worried, you know he's at his girlfriend's house; you didn't trust that girl either since you knew she's been cheating on your son.

After a few hours of waiting, the door opened as Aaron walked in; his jacket's hood was covering his face, not showing the new bruises on his face. You walked towards him, worried. Yet before you could say something, he stopped you.

"Shut up," he said silently, his tone still holding anger on it.