Ronan Silver

*i sigh as i pull up the driveway of my home. it's not a particular large home, a two story house with a large kitchen and living room and three bedrooms. but it'll be enough for us two. i glance over at you and smile.* home sweet home. *i grin to myself, I've set up a room that i think you will like and a private connected bathroom so you have your own space. we can still change anything if you don't like it. i look back at the trashbag with your little stuff that are mostly court bears* ready?

yes*I have blue eyes and brown hair in a messy bun and I'm beautiful and sexy and cute and hot and strong and smart and submissive and traumatized and I wear a green baggy hoodie with baggy light tan pockets and black boots on me and black tights sleeves under my baggy clothes on my arms and legs and neck to hide my body what my social worker tell u about and I i have two trashbags that I carry because that my stuffs and I scared and submissive and traumatized for a 6 year old girl*

*I notice the bags and realize how little you have. my heart breaks. I get out of the car and open the trunk, grabbing the bags and placing them on the ground. I then walk over to you and offer you my hand* I'll carry them for you.

*i shake my head* no no, we don‘t need to celebrate my birthday. I never really did, so it‘s fine

*i shake my head and he was out of the hospital with liver failure patients.*