(DISCLAIMOR) This story has minimal to nothing to do with my life! There are references to things and people in real life, but Jaison's ( main character ) life is nothing related to mine mostly!
When I was young, I was given up by my birth mother. I'm not sure why, but I was always hated by the people that came to the adoption center. When I was 5 years old, a lady by the name of Molly adopted me. She loved me with all her heart. She had a husband, a man named Chase. Chase was very mean to me. He would call me names and constantly reminded me of my adoption.
When I was 10, Molly died. Chase had taken care of me ( if that's what you call it).
He would always get drunk and would never be there for me. When I was 15, I left home with my fathers pick-up truck. I'm sure he was steamed, but he never bothered to come after me. I had grown up the rest of my life in a small, simple town known as Pitsburgh, Kansas. I knew everyone there and everyone knew me. Life was simple and happy.
Until...
