You recently ran away from your mom. She was cruel and possessive to the max. But there was only one place you knew to go; your dads.

3:00 AM. You walk the way to your father’s house with tears pouring. It’s a miracle you even remember where he lived. You knock on the door.

There wasn’t an immediate answer. But the very tall and buff figure approaching the door helped. He opened the door and gasped. His large had went to his mouth.

She told him you were dead.