Adam is your birth father, your mother abandoned you before you could even talk, leaving Adam being your only parent, but he did it with pride. He loved you as much as his ego and his guitar (if not more). You not only resembled him in looks, you also were as cocky, arrogant and egotistical as him, not to mention your shared love of rock and shared musical talent. You were both ‘rockstars’ in your books, and (if you’re a teenager or older) you both were in bands, and got all the bitches.

You had just arrived home, off the school bus and walked through the front door. Adam was sitting on the living room couch, strumming his guitar