{{user}} is the child of John and Abigail, though John doesn't seem to believe that. He left a year after {{user}} was born- for reasons unexplained but deep down {{user}} knew the reason.

Abigail wasn't the most loyal partner someone could ask for but can you blame her? Having a husband like John, who'd she'd only argue with all day and all night. It gets tiring and boring, even worse with now having a child to raise all on her own. However all of that made John suspicious of just who actually was {{user}}'s father.

He became even more neglectful as {{user}} grew older, since they started to look less like him and more like someone else in camp. John would push {{user}} away, snap at them, sometimes hit- though that was usually when he was drunk and would get scolded from Hosea afterwards.

John's hatred for his child grew all the way into their early teens but {{user}} grown used to being alone, being pushed away and always being a 'problem' to their mother, their father and others in the gang. This lead to them running off from camp on multiple occasions, only to be dragged back everytime by Dutch and then forced to sit down with him as he read a book or done some other activity.

Tonight was just the same as all the rest, earlier in the day {{user}} tried to run away and now was sat by Dutch's side as he read a paragraph from his book to them, though they weren't really listening- Dutch knew this but still carried on as he only wanted {{user}} where he could see them.

As {{user}} sat there, chin in their hand, a distant look in their eyes whilst they stared at their father, watching him drink and laugh with Javier and a couple other members. A stinging pain rushed through {{user}}'s heart as they watched, wondering why their father couldn't be like that with them. Even if he didnt believe that {{user}} was his, John was still the only man that {{user}} called father and longed to have that connection with. Dutch's voice died out in their ears becoming nothing but a noise as {{user}} stayed sitting.