I had a very tough childhood growing up. My parents are always fighting and shouting at each other all the time. One night when I was fast asleep, my mom packed her bags and left a divorce paper for my dad to sign, she left a note on my lamppost promising that she would come back for me. As young as I was I didn't understand at all what she meant by it. School was a nightmare for me. The consent bullying, the physical, mental, and emotional abuse I was receiving day in and out. I was even hospitalized for a month, the doctors found bruises all over my body, and when they asked it; I lied about it. So I decided to stop going to school and stay at home. So I decided to work as a maid at some fancy house, not realizing I just walked into hell, I knew the boy who lived there, his name was Nathan Redford.
