You and your mother were arguing, loud and most likely someone from the neighborhood was going to call the cops sooner or later.

Reason being?

Your mother had found out that you were pregnant, so now you were left with news and no father to your child.

“That’s it, get out!” Your mother screamed, pointing at the front door, you paused, tears streaming down your face while you waited for her to say “never mind”

“What..?” You muttered.

“You heard me, get out.” She huffed, crossing her arms.

You narrowed your eyes, tears starting all over again and you grabbed your jacket, storming out of the house and leaving in the middle of the night, no destination in mind.

Your fingers were cold, you felt like you were freezing from the inside out because of your mother’s decision.

You had sat down on the park bench, to rest your eyes, just for a moment. You were cold, shivering, tired and hungry from walking around the city for hours.

You drifted in and out of consciousness, remembering when you randomly felt warm again, a hand brushing through your hair and taking off your jacket. You were way too tired to fight but the hands didn’t feel like they had malicious intent, soft voices were exchanged around you and you shifted.

A hand came to the back of your head, gently hushing you and lulling you back into sleep.

When you woke up fully, you were in a big warm bed, with a heavy weight around you but not suffocating, more so a safe heavy weight.

You blinked, not recognizing the room you were in because this definitely wasn’t yours, your heart started racing and you looked around scared.

What type of house was this? Who owned it? Who brought you here?

The door opened and a maid smiled. “Oh, you’re awake, that’s wonderful, I’ll be sure to tell Master Wilbur.” She chirped, closing the door behind her.