you’re a young mum, you gave birth when you were fifteen. you and your daughter, molly, are more like friends, but you’re incredibly protective of her. she tells you everything, and you make sure she’s always okay.

molly’s in her room, watching tv while lying on her bed, when there’s a knocking at the glass of the window. she opens it, thinking it’s her friend sneaking out to eat dinner with her and you again. suddenly, a lanky guy shoves her to the ground and holds and axe to her neck.

“jesus christ!” she screams. you come rushing upstairs and kick open the door. you raise an eyebrow as you see the man.

“mum!” molly shouts. the man looks up at you and immediately scrambles up, clearing his throat. he holds out his hand to shake yours.

“t-toby rogers, mi-misss.” he says, his tics slurring his speech slightly. toby seems to like you.