November 11th 1911

Esme Platt, just 16 years old, has just given birth to her precious son, Jamie Evan Platt. Esme never wanted to be a mother at such a young age but she was dumb to have her first time with an 18 year old boy by the name of Carlos. They were together for a short time but after Esme told him she was pregnant with his baby, he left, to never be seen again. Esme tried to find him so he can at least see his son birth but she didn't have any luck finding him. Esme was in the hospital with a close friend and not her parents. When she told them about her pregnancy they didn't want anything to do with her or her baby. It upset her greatly since she had no job, and no where's to stay but her close friend, Rachel was there to give her a home and a room for her new son.

"He is such a beautiful child, Esme. He looks more like you then Carlos."

Esme smiles down at her bundle of joy. He was smiling up at Esme, playing with his mother's fingers. Tears come down Esme's face. She couldn't believe she gave birth to this baby at such a young age. Before his birth she was going to give him up for adoption but now that she is looking at her newborn son, she couldn't give him up at all.

"I'm your mother my little one. I promise to be there for you until you don't need me anymore. I love you my son."

After three days in the hospital, Rachel and Esme, pack up their things and leave the hospital with newborn Jamie. Esme wouldn't let go of Jamie. Rachel can see that Esme will make a great mother and not let any harm come towards her newborn son.

4 years later:

Esme's son, Jamie, was growing up in a happy family. He had Esme's friend as his aunt and Esme's parents actually came to see Jamie last year and they felled in love with him. They are being the grandparents their supposed to be to their grandson. Jamie was now 4 years old and Esme can see he has more looks from her then Carlos. Jamie has the brightest green eyes that anyone ever seen. All Esme sees in his eyes is happiness, which is what she wants in her son. His hair color is the same as Esme's hair. It's caramel brown with blonde hints in it. When he is the sunlight everyone can see the blonde that makes him even more special. Esme did have trouble raising him on her own but does what she can to support her son and make ends meet for them both.

"Mama, Mama! Wake up, Mama!"

It was a special day for Esme and Jamie. It was November 11th; the day Esme bought this life into this world. He was five years old! Esme couldn't believe how much he was growing. She picks him up from jumping on the bed and tickles him. Esme loved hearing his laugh since it made her laugh, even if she wasn't in a good mood.

"M…mama, s…stop!"

"No, not until you say, I love my mama."

Esme laughs along with her son. Jamie tries to get away from her but his mother wouldn't let him go until he said what she wanted him to say.

"I love mama."

Esme stops and helps him off the bed so they can eat breakfast and Esme can give him his present. They go downstairs where Jamie's aunt Rachel was. Rachel puts her arms out and Jamie runs into them and Rachel picks him up and spins him around, which makes Jamie laugh and smile. Rachel stops and puts Jamie in the chair so Esme can feed him his food.

"Happy birthday, Jam."

Rachel kisses him on top of his head while she takes her seat next to him. Esme gives Jamie cereal and helps feed it to him. Rachel was glad that Esme kept Jamie because he was such a good mother to Jamie. After they were done eating, Esme puts a little box on the table. Jamie eyes it with curious eyes.

"Jamie, now that you're 5 years old I thought this will be the perfect time to give you this special present."

Esme gives Jamie the box and he opens it, carefully. When he sees the sliver locket necklace, he was amazed by it. He opens the locket up and sees a picture of his mother and him when he was a baby. Jamie loved this present and puts it on the table, gets up and hugs his mother with all the strength in him.

"Mama, I love it."

"I knew you will. Now let me put it on you my little one."

Esme takes the necklace and unclips it. She puts it around his little neck and clips it back together. Jamie holds it in his little fingers and was really happy with this present. He will always have a piece of his mom with him now.

8 Years Old:

"Mama, I don't want a stepdad. We are fine on our own."

Since Jamie turned eight years old, Esme has been seeing a man by the name of Charles. Jamie has met him but Jamie hates him. Esme has told him that he is going to marry him to please her parents. Jamie hated this more than anything. He didn't want that man to be in his life. Jamie has been trying to reason with his mother about not marrying him and that they can be fine without another person in their lives. Esme has listened to him but knows she can't go back on it now.

"Jamie, you know nothing will change when I marry Charles. I and you will still have our special times together. Charles can't change that at all for me and you."

Jamie stomps his foot on the kitchen ground. They have been living with Charles since Esme agreed to marry him. Charles was asleep and Esme didn't want Jamie to wake him.

"Jamie, do not do that or you will wake Charles."

"I don't care! I hate it here. I don't want him in my life!"

"Jamie, stop this instant. Charles will make a fine step father to you."

"Yeah right, I will believe that when pigs fly."

Jamie has never acted like this before towards his mother and Esme was shocked by his attitude. She picks him up and sits him on the chair at the kitchen table, looking at him straight in the eyes. Jamie doesn't look at his mother for one second.

"Jamie Charles loves you. He wants to be a father to you since you never had one. He actually wants to be there for the both of us. Charles will treat you right but this attitude needs to stop. When Charles wakes up you will be nice to him, no matter how much you do not like him. Do you understand me?"

"Yes mama, I will be nice to him."

"I'm glad to hear that sweetie pie, now you have to eat."

Charles wakes up a little after ten and Jamie was helping his mom clean the house. Charles sits down and Esme gives him his food. Jamie didn't feel safe with Charles so he goes to his room and closes the door. A while later Esme knocks on the door and comes into Jamie's room with a paper in her hand.

"Sweetie I have to go to the store to get a few things. Charles will stay here to watch you. Be good for him."

Jamie eyes widen when his mom tells him this. He has never been left alone with Charles before and wasn't going to start now. Jamie runs over to his mom and grabs her arm.

"Take me with you, Mama."

"Jamie, I can't this time. I'll be back sooner than you know it. I love you sweetie."

Esme kisses Jamie on the top of his head.

"I love you too, Mama."

Esme leaves and Jamie sees Charles looking at him in a weird way. Jamie didn't feel safe in this house with him so he runs for the front door to go to his aunt's house but Charles grabs his shirt and pulls him back, roughly on the ground. Jamie hits his head really hard on the hardwood floor but that doesn't stop Charles. He starts kicking Jamie with his boot. He hits his stomach a few times and then he stomps on his leg. Jamie cries out in pain. After he was done he picks Jamie up by the neck of his shirt and throws him into the table.

"You better not tell your mom or I will kill her and then I'll kill you in the most painful way possible. Do you understand me brat?"

Jamie shakes his head violently at him. Charles leaves him and Jamie pushes through the pain to get to his room. He closes his door and locks it so Charles can't come in. What did I do for him to do this to me? Jamie asks himself. He doesn't understand what he did for Charles to beat him like that. Things have changed; they are different and very different. Will everyday be like this? Jamie wonders to himself but he knows if he is left home alone with him again then this beating will happen again. He wanted to tell his mom but knew if he did his mom is as good as dead and he wasn't going to lose his mother. He loved her too much.

Jamie goes to his mirror and takes off his shirt. He sees the big purple and blue bruises already forming. He could barely walk on his right leg. He couldn't even stand. Jamie couldn't believe how bad he looked. He didn't even know how he will hide this from his mother. Jamie puts a new shirt on and goes to his bathroom that was connected to his room, and cleans himself up. He sees himself in the bathroom mirror and starts crying. He slides down the door and curls himself in a ball. My life will never be the same