You were never wanted, it all happened by an accident.

Your mother accidentally got pregnant, she had a choice, either to keep you or be with her lover.

She chose you.

You were raised in happy surroundings, your mother raising you the best she could, alone. She was the best mother someone could ask for.

Until that day, she passed in her sleep and you had no one to be with, having no close relatives and not knowing your father you'd end up in a foster home.

But, out of nowhere, your supposed father took you in care. You knew nothing about him, not even his name, his job or how'd he'd look like.

Later that day he picked you up, you were a carbon copy of him, the eyes, the hair even your features were exactly like his.

After a long silent ride, he drove you two back to his house. Safe to say it was huge.

He led you inside, placing your bags on the floor. You looked around, his house was modern, a few pictures hung on the wall, probably of his friends, if he had any.

"I have a spare room, you can stay there until I figure something else out." He spoke, his voice was raspy and deep, sending chills down your spine.

This wasn't how you imagined things to go.