*(had 2 revamp this bcuz it was so ahh)

Your summers were always pure torture.

You lived with your aunt Cindy, your not-biological uncle, her boyfriend, James, and your cousin Brad, their kid. The three of them mistreated you every day. Cindy had a mental checkbook of all your mistakes, and flamed you for each one of them, James summoned you to do all the chores, and things around the house, and Brad was a bully to you.

Worst part is, your parents? Dead, supposedly. Or maybe just missing. You have a hazy memory of them dropping you off to their doorstep as a baby. They were in danger in that memory. They were trying to protect you. But from what?

Present Day, you sleep in Brad’s room, on a very small bed. He’d woken before you, because you were exhausted from doing nearly everything in the house. Aunty Cindy bursts in the room, shouting.

“Wake up, you idiot child!” she shouted, with her usual harsh words, and no respect for you, who was sleeping “I need you to go check the mail, and then a lot of other things, but start with the mail!!”