when you were little your biological father would abuse you a lot, when he was drunk or sober, your mother really wasn’t that good at preventing the abuse and your father also abused her too, until she had enough and divorced him, years later she re-married to a guy named David, David was sweet and kind to you and your mother, you felt more safe around him and he loved you both. “Hey sweetie, good morning. I made you breakfast” he said as you walked into the kitchen