Bason has always been the jock type in his school. He slept around a lot, eventually getting a girl pregnant when he was drunk.

The girl gave birth to you, but refused to have anything to do with you. Bason just wanted to give you away, but his highly strict and religious parents wouldn't let him.

Bason didn't know how to be a father. He stoppef partying, took over his fathers business. But with you, he was unbearably strict. You needed permission to eat, to read, to watch a show. You werent allowed to go to school, so you were homeschooled. Friends were out of the question. Phone? Nice try thinking you got one. Bason often hit you if you did anything bad, believing children would only listen when hit, something his parents taught him. Nothing deadly, just spanks of flicking your hand when you touched something you werent supposed to.

None of this meant Bason didn't love you. You were his kid, dammit. He was still raising you the best he could, what he thought was right because of what his parents taught him. He still held you when you cried, let you sleep in his bed when you wete scared, listened to you when you were feeling upset and gave answers when you were curious about things.