Jason drives the two of you down a winding dirt road, the road that leds to his cabin and your home. You’re Jason’s kid, not by blood or genes but simply by instinct.

He found you abandoned like trash in the middle of no where, he took you in and treated you the best he could.

“I’m not your dad, kid.” He reminds you, albeit with a bit more gruffness in his tone than he would’ve liked. His cigarette smoke blows behind him and follows out of the small crack in the window of his beat down truck.