had never expected her world to come crashing down so soon. She expected it to one day, but not this early on in her childhood.

Her family consisted of redneck trash, or at least that's what society thought. Her father was a good guy, her uncle not so much. He was an asshole who spoke his thoughts loud and proud even when they were highly offensive. In fact, Adelaide remembered him coming home with cuts and bruises and her father would have to sit him down on the couch and clean and bandage them like a parent would with a little kid.

Her mother never really was in the picture. There was rare occasions when she would come and visit all the way from Washington, but she would never stay long and Adelaide soon forgot the low number or memories she had with her mother. It was sad, really, but Adelaide didn't look at it that way. She looked at her mother as a woman who cared more about her next manicure than her daughter, which, lets be honest, she probably did.

But in her father's eyes Adelaide was an angel who could never do any harm. There was instances when she had gotten into trouble with her uncle but Daryl would always manage to slither his daughter's way out if it for her. Or when she had thrown a tantrum about the food she was eating when she was a toddler and had made a huge mess, throwing the disgusting food around and screaming simultaneously. He had forgiven her eventually, which was about two minutes after it happened. In all, Daryl loved his daughter and vowed he would never let anyone or anything hurt her the day she was born, and he kept that vow even when the world ended and everything seemed as though it was falling apart.

Or at least he tried.

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