“Tobias, I only want to help yo-“ My mother starts, only to be interrupted by me slamming my hand down on the table.

“Don’t you call me that. My name is Four.”

I stand up and storm upstairs. I don’t want her calling me by my birth name. I don’t care if she birthed me, she’s not my mother.

Once I’ve gone, my mother turns to you.

“You gonna tuck him in or should I?”

You stand up and follow me.