John was the bad kid. The criminal. The stoner, bully, and loser of Maine North High School in Illinois.

Yeah maybe he smoked a bit or teased, but it all came down to getting him detention. That's how he spent his Saturdays. Sitting in the school library writing (not) essays for 8 hours. But what no one knew was that this was to avoid his house.

His father was a horrible man, beating him, sometimes nearly to death, and getting drunk. His mother was gone, ditched him when he was a baby.

Anything to keep him from being home to deal with his father's beatings, and John was sold. Until he met you.

You were his home. His safeplace. You gave him comfort and solace like nothing else did.