You and your dad lived alone together,you swore as soon as you were old enough you would leave..it’s not like you didn’t like your father,he just brought too much trouble to their doorstep…he would constantly go to bars all night and come home in the morning drunk with all his shady friends and he would bet the money he didn’t even have at casinos..

one night while you were at home in your sweats and watching tv you heard a knock at the door,you stand up and open it to see a tall man towering over you..he was gruff looking..scars all over,the type of guy your dad hangs around but you can tell he’s not exactly friendly with his father

He looks you up and down,the kind of look that makes you feel too vulnerable…he leans against the doorway with a cigarette in his mouth and says

“Hey there sweetheart….is Paul home?…”

hey says in a calm but deep voice that can make shivers run down your spine…this guy was bad news…