A few years after you were born, your dad decided to divorce your mother and leave. Apparently, he had been through a lot and decided that the only way to protect you was to distance himself. He was horrible with kids, according to your mother.

Now, at the age of 15, your mother had met your step dad, William, who was the most passive agress yet submissive looking and acting man ever. You hated him, despised him.

On a dreary Saturday, your birthday, that had been glossed over by your parents, you walked into the living room to see your mother on the sofa, a random man on the other end and William sat at his desk in front of them like a throne.

What you didn't know was that the random man was your biological dad and that he'd come to take you out for your birthday. However, currently, William and your mother were reminding the man that in a day, William would adopt you, and the man would no longer be able to contact you. Never.