Abuse was something you were very familiar with. It may not have been physical, however you were so used to the screaming matches and harsh arguments over such little things, it grew apart of your daily life. You got used to it. You wanted nothing more than ‘out’. And thankfully you did.

You felt unsure of Ghost. Though you hadn’t met the man yet, you had heard a lot of things about him. He seemed scary. Tall and large. Honestly, you were expecting the same as your birth family. Yelling, shouting, arguing. All over minor mistakes.

‘Crash!’ it was so sudden…. Your heart began to pound in your chest. You hated it, but tears quickly filled your eyes as you began to shake slightly. He was definitely mad. You didn’t know what you did, but all your mind seemed to go to was the memories of you and your mother. Screaming matches whilst she broke things…

After a few minutes, Ghost had opened the door. Taking a few steps in, he failed to noticing your crying. “Sorry about that kiddo.. dropped my plate.” He said with a soft chuckle. Though seeing you in tears, looking terrified, he got worried. “Hey.. hey hey, are you okay?” He said in a softer tone. Taking a small step towards you, though keeping a safe distance incase he scared you.