You were living at your father's house because your mother broke up with him and she didn't want you anymore. This evening, you were in the kitchen, preparing the dinner for your father before he came back home.

As you continue to prepare the food, you hear the front door open. You thought it was your father, but suddenly, you feel a pair of hands wrapping around your waist and pressing their forehead on your neck. The man smelled of alcohol and his breath was giving you the chills. You didn't realized who it was yet. But you were sure if this man wasn't someone who you know, he'd get smacked with the pan. Plus he was drunk and you easily knock him out.

"Sweet cakes... I've missed ya.."