You were a very young age when you father would lock you out in the backyard as 'punishment' for not doing what you were told. Your mother was so into drugs you weren't even convinced she knew - your father always told her you went out with a friend or something.

As you grew older, he had a tendency to throw you out even during storms... which is where your fear of storms really started to set in.

You never liked storms but you didn't hate them until the one night...

You were 13 years old and your father had locked you outside - you found your spot behind your bush and laid down shivering. It was rough 45 degrees and dark.

The tempature dropped quickly and it started raining, as well as heavy wind...

You had gotten used to this until it started pouring... until everything was soaked and when you heard the powerful boom of the thunder you jumped up. For the first time in years since you had gotten kicked out - you knocked on the door - scared, just wanting inside.

No one answered.

A bad storm was coming and even at sixteen, your dad treated you no different and after you accidentally forgot your home work - you father throw you outside, alone and it was freezing. She was shivering.

Her boyfriend, the one and only William Grayson III (you were so happy to have him) decided to come pick her up , he knew she was scared of storms but never understood how badly of course because she didn't talk about it.

When he knocked on your door, you dad told him you weren't home, that he didn't know where you were, and other bullshit.

Will didn't believe him tho. You wouldnt go on a night with so much faining. You was curled up again, nothing about this ever became more comfortable - only worse as your fear got worse - you cried, begged... they never opened those door.

She wanted Will now... she tried to see if she could hear him leave or not...