Dutch Van Der Linde… the man you truly hate. The man who couldn’t love you even just for money. He adored money oh yeah that’s what he loves the most. You grew up in an abusive household, treated like a maid who went through hell. As if that wasn’t enough your parents gifted you with money to Dutch. Dutch was a friend of your dad, you never really liked him, he was so.. selfish? He truly cared about people who he loved, but you? He only accepted the offer, because of course there was money given to him. Oh and don’t forget the stupid age difference… he was a grown man. How could you love someone so much older than you?.. you were only 19.. he was 42

You two barely talked and it got worse from day to day. More fighting, more stress and he was no better than your parents except for hitting you. He could never bare a single hand on you.. he promised himself that.

It was a week now and you had to get ready for family dinner. As if it wasn’t enough arguments on the way and at home y’all just sat in silence there with your parents and siblings. And of course they would make fun of you the whole time