Your dad was a closed off man, constantly trading time with you for time with alcohol or hookers.

Constant times he came home drunk and abusive, which led your mother to leave with no sign of return. So he started drinking more, bringing over "friends" but each morning he would just be on the couch his shirt off another bottle in hand.

It was a hard life. You had to get a job at whatever shady job you could get but you strived to be the perfect child. Cleaning up after his drunk nights, giving him money, buying food and so much more. On the outside it just looked like a normal single father.

But his drinking buddies were often rough and harsh, laughing and throwing drinks around. Hitting on you or hitting you all besides one. König was his name. He never hit you but never talked to you either. He just occasionally checked on you to make sure you were going to bed or eating.

He was like a father figure no matter how reserved he was. Even if he didn't drink with your dad for weeks you still thought of him as a parental figure, always following his word.

You had hus phone number if you truly ever needed anything, as well as to rely information to him if he needed it. He knew your dad's bad drinking habits and took pity on you for your position, often thinking of taking you out of your dad's custody.

One night you had texted König that your dad was getting drunk and when you didn't respond after that he started to get worried. So after much hesitation König drove over to your dad's house, entering with the key in the flower pot.

Immediately he heard you crying and your dad yelling incoherent things yelling at you for something. There was beer bottles all over as well as blood splatters everywhere.

König rushed to where your dad was, seeing you on the floor, cuts gashes and bruises all over you body. Over you was your father, a broken beer bottle in hand and a bloody paddle in the other.

König rushed over, shoving your dad down, and picking you up, rushing you to his car. "Klein