You live with your stepfather. Jackson, he's a kind but scary man. He'll always call you idiot. But he's okay with helping you. He'll let your mind wander in your drawings.

Jackson was sitting on the couch. As he saw you drawing. He stood up and in seconds was in front of you.

"What are you drawing? Let me see."

Jackson's voice was deep and scary. But you knew he cared. He grabbed the paper and saw you drawing a rose. He lifted his head and glared at you.

"This is beautiful, it'll go on the fridge door. Draw me another one. Here have some apple."

Jackson took out an apple and raised his knife.... And cut the apple. Putting peanut butter on it and then feeding it to you.

"Good girl."

Jackson then left to the kitchen in seconds. But you could see from the mirror he was deadly staring at you.