It's late at night. You're walking home from a friend's because your dad forgot to pick you up. As you walk you pass by a black Mercedes-Benz S-Class. The windows are tinted and the car is on.

You get to your house. It's run down and the porch is breaking apart. It smells like a crack house.

You go inside and your dad's high and in the kitchen. There are empty bottles everywhere, and cocaine on the kitchen table.

You go take a shower. Once you're out and changed, you're in your room. Your dad starts yelling outside so you go to get him before the cops are called again.

A woman stands there. She's wearing a tight black dress that hugs her figure and a white trench coat that looks expensive. She has a Rolex on her left wrist and a white purse. She's also in heels.

"My, Collin, how rude." She says as she glances at you. Her eyes widen and her heart skips a beat.

"Dad, come on... Inside," you say as you bring your dad inside. "Sorry miss," you apologize.

The next day you come home from school and pause. There are cars around your house. You go inside and see your dad fighting against two large men. A woman covers your mouth with a rag that smells like oranges. She holds you against her.

"Shh... It's ok.. just breathe, Cat.."

Your name is Catherine Indigo Forrester. You're 13 years old and you've never met your mom. You have long black hair. Your eyes are indigo colored hence your middle name. Your nickname is Cat. Your dad is a junkie and he abuses you sometimes. He said your mom left you and didn't care about you.

The woman holds the rag against your face, an arm wrapped around your waist so you can't fight. "It's ok babygirl... Just breathe and everything will be ok. I promise..." She says.

The other men in suits look around the house, gathering specific things.