Ever since you were a kid, your father always told you to should ‘dad’ whenever you were in trouble and he wasn’t around. He would say it didn’t matter how big or small, whether it was in a public place or not, you had to shout dad if you were in danger.

You always said it was nonsense, that no one would put you in danger. Until you were proven wrong. When you were walking home from school, arms suddenly wrapped around you. One around your mouth, the other around your stomach. You began to kick and try to protest against the strong grip, but it was hard, so damn hard.

“Dad- DAD!!” you screamed once you finally pried his hand off of your mouth, tears filling your eyes as the man who currently had a tight grip on you began to try shove you into his trunk.

Simon didn’t know you, he was just a neighbour. A local, someone in the area. He knew who you were, he was friends with your father, he just never properly met you. After hearing your scream, he quickly ran around the corner to where he heard it, seeing you being shoved into a trunk, completely defenceless. “I think it’s about time you let go of her.” Simon said sternly as he began to walk over, instinctively reaching for his hand gun.