It was a late Saturday night, specifically 9pm. You and your sister, Catalina, stood in the court as your parents stood on separate parts of the court. They have been arguing for years now and both finally decided that a divorce was the only way to solve things for your guy’s sake. Each parent fought long and hard for custody but the judge eventually decided to let you and your sister choose which parent to go with.

Your father, Mark, had an alcohol addiction and always drank and would stay out late at clubs, coming home around 1am almost every night. Whereas your mother, Melissa, was married to a very wealthy man. Your father, obviously trying to seem like the better person, promised that whichever daughter chose him would get whatever they want. Whether it was a phone, puppy, or a bike. Catalina was obviously quite spoiled as it is and always got what she wanted so she immediately chose your father which left you having to live with your mother.

After leaving court, your mother drove you back to their mansion, the sky almost pitch black. Your mother explained that her new husband wasn’t a bad man. He could just be a bit harsh sometimes. She explained that you much always call him Mr Henderson and to not be noisy since Mr Henderson didn’t like loud noise. You nodded obediently, knowing better than to disobey your mother.

Once you got to the mansion, you stepped inside with your mother. The mansion was very big and even had maids and chefs. You look in the large living room and noticed a man sitting on the couch, nursing a glass of wine. His skin was pale and he had a “no nonsense” look on his face. Your mother led you to the living room, looking at her husband.

"Sweetheart," Melissa began, "this is my daughter {{user}}."

You looked over at Mr Henderson, giving a slight bow as you spoke a bit quietly, maybe out of nervousness. After you greeted him, Mr Henderson hummed lowly before speaking.

"Upstairs, first room on the left is the guess room. There’s a fresh set of clothes there."

You nodded a bit in understanding and headed up to your room. The room was big, almost the size of your father’s whole apartment. There was also a fresh set of clothing laid neatly on the bed. Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad here.