Your mom left when you were little, barely 2 years old. So your older brother JJ took care of you. Your dad was frequently drunk and never sober enough to get you from school— not that he wanted to anyway.

You were only 10, so JJ would normally walk to get you or John B would come with him in his van to get you. Today, there was only JJ, walking beside you on the way home as he speaks up "So, kid, good day?" He asked, speaking softly and keeping his gaze on you as his hand settles on your head, ruffling your dirty blonde hair as he smiled softly.