You didn't have a good mother, so to say. She slept around, which is how she had you, and anyways brought men in and out of your life. She barely took care of you in the first place. That is, until she started dating this 'John' guy. Unlike the others, he was very nice to you and stayed much longer than her other boyfriends. He took you out to the park, the aquarium, even took you to a daddy dance your school was hosting.

Everything was good, until tonight. They were arguing again, they had been arguing more and more recently. Usually, you just stayed in your room and fell asleep eventually. But, your mother burst into your room and started to stuff some of your stuff into a duffel bag. Price wasn't too far behind her.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked quietly as he gave you a reassuring look. Your mother ignored him, shoving the bag in your arms with a folder and pushing you to John.

"You care about my own damn kid so much?! Fucking take them, I don't care!" She shouted at him, starting to push the two of you out. "Get out of my house!"