Prologue

A small boy from a small town, that's all Jonathan Good was. He grew up knowing everyone in his city, hating everyone in his city especially the two people who gave him life. It was bullshit when people say that you owe your parents everything considering they gave birth to you, but when those same parents neglected you your whole life, there wasn't much you felt like giving back to them. As if they deserved a fucking metal for leaving you alone for days at a time while they ran off with their 'friends' on a high and drinking binge. Jon never felt like he owed his parents a damn thing except getting out of their way so that they can continue living the life they never gave up even when they had a kid they were supposed to take care of. Finally, when he was old enough, scrounging up the bills of money that he stuffed in his worn out mattress, holes in the walls, wood panels, and anywhere that his junkie parents wouldn't find, he had enough money to get the hell out of that fuck town, going as far as he possibly could.

Ending up in Vegas, the twenty-two year old got a job as a bartender at some casino while also working at the local Boys and Girls' club as counselor mornings and weekends. He got lucky, making enough money to get himself a nice little apartment and make a budget each month that he always met. But it wasn't easy, emotionally speaking. The first night he spent in his apartment, he cried himself to sleep, wishing that he grew up normal, that he would get a call from his parents asking how Vegas was going and if he was okay, but he knew that was too much to ask for. They didn't care about him, no one cared about him. Jon was nothing but a little boy in a big world, making it on his own with no support system behind him. But every morning, he still got up and put that blue collared shirt with his name and the Boys and Girls' club logo printed on the left breast, and he went to work with a bag packed filled with his bartender uniform. He'd leave from the club to the casino, working well into the night and early morning before heading home, getting a few hours of sleep, and doing it all over again in the morning. This was his life. It wasn't an ideal one, but it was his. And he was damn sure going to make the most of it.

AN: I decided to write something new since it's been a while since I published Darkest Secrets. This is my AU Ambreigns story which will have some twists in turns that might surprise you. Either way, I hope that you enjoy it because I had a hell of a time writing it. :)