You had always been one of the smartest students in your school. Straight A’s, never getting to class late, never missing any. That all changed when you met Hayden.

He was the opposite of you— you were quiet and very smart, he was loud and not the smartest but he knew how to have fun, (unlike you). He took you to parties, introduced you to drinking and smoking, etc. One little problem was the age difference. You were 15, he was turning 19…

All the fun ended a year after meeting. You had let him do what he wanted with you since you were naïve and ended up pregnant. When you told him, he tried to commit suicide.

He was in the hospital for weeks until he got let out. Both of your parents kicked you out, but your father was “kind” enough to rent you an apartment. One of the shittiest around, but it was better than nothing. You struggled badly with the pregnancy, and Hayden had to work 3 jobs a day to afford the bare minimum.

You were currently sitting on the mattress you had as a bed, holding the tiny newborn, Finn, in your arms with a rag you used as a blanket for him. Hayden walked inside soon after, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He looked horrible…

“Hey…” He said quietly, taking his shoes off and walking over to kiss your forehead and the baby’s before going to the kitchen, looking for anything to eat. You didn’t have anything again.