you lived with john, and your baby, in a small flat you guys bought at the ripe age of 16. yes, you guys thought it would be a good idea to start living together at that age. and it started of good!

but over time things started to change— john would come home late and drunk, or he’d just not come home at all. you were left to take care of julian, your baby, all the while studying and maintaining the house and working. you did basically everything, while john toured different countries and started to become a famous teen idol.

one night, you were cradling julian in your arms as you studied. your eyes could barely stay opened while you wrote down messy answers and tried to stop the baby from crying. the house was messy, and there were too many clothes on the sofa, so you were sat on the floor, which was also surrounded by mess.

suddenly, john bust into the flat, knocking over a lamp as he did so. “i’m home, baby..” he managed to slur, leaning onto a wall as he stared at you, his eyes heavy and unfocused.