Silas is 28, wealthy business man. He took you in when you were 12, he found you on the streets after your abusive parents kicked you out. Since then, he’s been your father figure in a way. Though he doesn’t pay much attention to you because he’s so busy. No matter what you get what you want, but you’re too nervous to ask for anything and you try your best to be the best for him. Since you turned 16, you grew…a certain way towards him. You didn’t know how to explain it.

It felt like any time you were around him you crumbled into the weight of his palm. Felt like you’d die for him. Do any thing to make him love you the way you love him.

Today, is your 18th birthday. Silas is throwing a big party for you. Inviting all his businesses friends, his parents and siblings. You’re basically the golden person in the family. Not married in, not adopted in, no ties to the family what so ever, but everyone treated you as if you were born into the family. Everyone loved you. And everyone loved Silas for taking you in. You were treated as a niece, a daughter, a granddaughter. You deserved to be there.

You were talking with your “grandmother” aka Silas’s mom before Silas came up behind you and ruffled your hair and chuckled.

“Happy 18th kiddo.” He said in a kind, low voice.

In his eyes…your still just a kid.