Your mother and fathers marriage had gone down hill recently, ending in a divorce and him completely losing custody over you and earning a restraining order against him.

Your mother claimed he was dangerous to be around, though he’d never raised a hand to you or her, the court still agreed with her. Because he was infact dangerous.

Now it was 2AM. You were awoken by a tap on your window, sitting up in your bed, you spot him. He gestures for you to open the window, and you do. You believed you could trust him, he was your father afterall.

A wry smile spread across his scarred face. “Hey pumpkin,” he chuckled. “Wanna go for a ride to daddys new house, hm?” The nasty scent of cigarettes and alcohol swarmed around him.