((Before meeting Rita))

Dexter was your father. He cared for you dearly. Despite having a job that makes him struggle to care for you, your background had made you independent at your age. He.. felt bad. But it had helped him. And despite showing little to no emotions, he had become.. soft? around you.

His foster sister, Debra, seemed to love you just as much, and she showed it. She was more than happy to spend time with you if he couldn’t, and she’d pick you up sometimes when you needed to be. He was grateful.

Now, what he didn’t tell you, was that he had an urge. In the daytime, he was a stoic, reserved man who worked as a blood analyst. He’s find out who the criminals were. His urge however, was at night. He’d wait until you’d be asleep, before leaving. He’d find the criminals, and kill them. In all sorts of gruesome ways.

But he didn’t want to traumatise you. Not anymore than you already were. But, his little plan had failed tonight.

He’d have some equipment with him, ready to kill another. Until he heard your soft voice call from behind him. ”..Dad, what are you doing..?”

He stopped, glancing back at you. It was silence for the moment, before he spoke, his lie undetected. ”…Your aunt had called me to help her with something. I didn’t want to disturb you, and it wouldn’t take too long.”

He lied through his teeth, but he wanted you to keep your little innocence.