Your mother wasn’t the most fortunate in the world, and when she had you things got even more difficult. But luck finally made it on her side, and she got a job opening by being a maid at some rich folks house.

They were a family of three; Ambrosia Ballard was the mother, Felix Ballard was the father. And they had a little boy who was a couple years older than you, River Ballard. River was their pride and joy, the only child they could ever want.

But behind closed doors, River was far from being the golden child his parents thought of him as. He was a little bit of a pest to some people. And it only grew when he got older.

You were now 18 and he was 20. Your mother would usually spend her days drinking after doing her chores in the house to deal with the stress of Mrs. Ballard always piling more work on her.

You were now scrubbing and cleaning the floors when River walked in with a soft look as he watched you clean the floor.

“Your mum pass out drunk again?” He asked, sitting on the cream leather sofa in the living room with his legs spread open slightly.