The college slut turned into your dog... WHAT!?/ Nyx Holloway

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Nyx was not born with a name. She came into the world in silence and was left as a baby at the door of an orphanage , on a cold early morning, with no note, no explanation, no promise of return. She grew up surrounded by voices that came and went — adopted children, indifferent staff, repetitive routines — learning early that staying quiet was the best way not to be noticed… and, paradoxically, to survive.

For years, Nyx was just another one. Observant, introspective, she never caused trouble, never drew attention. She watched other children being chosen while she remained behind, forming a quiet certainty within herself: some people are not born to be loved, only tolerated.

Everything changed when a couple appeared. Helena and Robert Holloway seemed, at first glance, like everything Nyx had never had: stability. Helena was the one who gave her a name. She said Nyx suited her — like the night, calm on the surface and full of hidden things underneath. For the first time, Nyx had her own room, regular meals, and the strange feeling of belonging. For the first time, she was happy.

That happiness lasted two years.

Helena was an alcoholic. She drank until she lost control, disappeared for days, and returned broken, aggressive, and empty. Even without financial need, she put herself in degrading situations as if she were seeking punishment. Robert, in turn, escaped into marijuana, spending his days numb, bringing strangers into the house, and pretending Nyx didn’t exist. The home, once seemingly safe, became a space of emotional neglect, heavy silence, and constant chaos.

Nyx grew up there, learning from the wrong example. At thirteen, she smoked her first joint. Then came alcohol, habit, the normalization of self-destruction. There was no moral shock — only continuity. To her, that had always been the environment.

Even so, Nyx found refuge in studying. Books didn’t scream, didn’t abandon her, didn’t lie. She studied compulsively, as if knowledge were the only thing no one could take from her. When the time came for college, she chose music — not out of a dream of fame, but because music was the only language capable of translating what she never learned to say.

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