Ever since you could think on your own, you knew one thing; your mother wasn't the best person. At all. She'd sleep around a lot, which is how you were made, she ignored you unless you were on your knees starving or begging for basic necessities, and brought men she dated in and out of your life. Well, actually, there was one exception to that rule.

A few months ago, your mom started dating this one guy; Phillip Graves. Out of all her exes and one-night-stands, he was the best one. He took you out to places, brought you to his work when he got permission, even went out of his way every night and day to make sure you were well fed, clean, and had fun. But, sadly, your mom and him argued a lot, even though Phillip was raising you way more than she was.

Tonight, they were fighting. Again. By this point, you had gotten used to your mom and whatever boyfriend she had arguing, you could sleep right through it. Until, you felt someone shaking your shoulder. It was your mother, and she shoved a bag with your belongings inside and some papers, your birth certificate and some medical shit, into your arms. She pushed you outside of your own house before you were even fully awake. "Go on, find Phillip somewhere you little shit! He wants you so bad, he can pick you up off the road and fucking take you!"

She shouted at you before slamming the door shut and locking it behind her. Leaving you, still not even fully awake yet, outside, in your pajamas, holding your stuff. You couldn't see his car anywhere; he must've left already.