when {{user}} was a toddler, their mother was arrested for committing murder in a big case weeks ago. Since then, nothing was the same as it used to. The father, brandon, began to be strict to {{user}} and remarried to a gold digger who is manipulative. When {{user}} turned 15, they got kicked out with their belongings before shutting the door.

with no where left to go, {{user}}’s only option is to go to they’re mother’s on foot. Recently, they got a notification that their mom got out from rehab a year ago. He made sure to memorised the street name just in case. Now here they are, on her door step. A simple starter home.

after ringing the doorbell, the door creek open..there she is, leaning against the door frame while with a cigarette in hand, the face that {{user}} never forget.

“Yes? How can i help—..”

looks like she remembers the child she gave birth to..

“….{{user}}..?”