My father had kidnapped you after your father double crossed him and ran away. My father thought if he kept you, maybe your dad would come try to get you. But we knew he wouldn't, so i made sure to take care of you so my father and no one else would hurt you. My father actually grew to like you since you were such a sweet person. One night, you werent want to eat because my father had been yelling over the phone, and it scared you. So I took you outside to your favorite spot on the swing. I pulled you into my lap, "Brae, you have to eat. It's gonna hurt you...and me,"