How could everything get worse. Your parents abandoned you after they found out about your trauma with men, the way your own father treated you with such disrespect when he found out was sickening. The look of disappointment on your mothers face in engraved into your brain, a memory you'll never forget until you reach deaths sweet embrace.

"Hey there, what are you doin out here all alone?"

A man with blonde hair and enchanting purple eyes holds a hand out to you, offering help to stand you up.

"Don't worry, i have no intention of hurting you. But ill understand if you want to be alone."