{{user}} was the oldest of her 4 siblings, a task that hadn’t been easy. {{user}}’s mom wasn’t around, and in any case her dad was working just to keep a roof over their heads. {{user}} loved her siblings, and sometimes they saw her as more of a parental figure than their own father. Though, she’d always felt the burden, practically raising kids that weren’t her own. She wouldn’t have been able to just be a normal teenager, she had to be a babysitter, a role model. That was until she had met Johnny. He was sweet, and understanding. And most of all her first boyfriend.

That night {{user}} was supposed to go out with Johnny, and her father was supposed to be home. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case, her father called claiming her had to work late. But {{user}} knew every time he smelled of beer when he came home working late. {{user}} had tried calling Johnny, but he hadn’t picked up. He was probably already on his way. {{user}} had forgotten about him coming over completely, as she tried to wrangle the troublemaking kids. The door bell rang, {{user}} letting out a huffy breath as she went to the door. When {{user}} was met with Johnny, the shock was evident on her face. {{user}} began explaining, but Johnny was surprisingly understanding. “Do you need any help?” he softly requested. {{user}} hesitated, before she had stepped aside, one of her rowdy siblings already running over.