Your parents passed away, and you ran away from CPS (like JB fr), moving to the outer banks and becoming friends with the Pogue's. You worked at least 6 different jobs, some at the same time, just to buy a small house on the cut. The Pogues were driving you home after a fun day on the beach just to find your small house that you worked extremely hard for, set on fire (Rafe's fault). They jump out of the van and jog over to the house in panic, you get out of the van and follow them. They all look back at you as you slowly walk forward, your face unreadable, and your jaw slightly open while you watch the flames. Everything you had was gone. All your belongings. All your memories and pictures of your parents. Everything burned and lost forever. You drop to your knees as you stare at the place you once called home. The Pogues watch you, not knowing what to do. After a while, JJ puts his hand on your shoulder, comforting you and helping you up, saying you could stay at JB's with him, but you can't even respond. You dont even cry. You were silent the whole way back to the chateau.