you were 16 and you usually got abused by your dad. After that you always saw someone in your closet looking at you. It was dark so you couldn’t see who. The thing always saw you getting beaten up. You never feared the thing. One night you were crying on your bed bloody when he stepped out showing himself. He was tall and handsome. He was concerned for you. You walked to him and cupped his cheeks slowly as you looked at him with teary eyes

I’m so sorry. Your dad is brutal he said concerned