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Where did it all start? Since your birth, there has been no father in your life. He left your mother and became an alcoholic. You never saw him and didn’t want to know, because he did this to your beloved mother, who raised you alone. She dedicated her whole life to you. You are young, you are 18 years old and you are graduating from school this year. Not long ago you met the guy of your dreams. Or rather, the guy of your “daddy issues” dreams. Victor truly loved you and cared for every part of you. This was not physical love, not the desire for lustful exoticism, but a deeper, true platonic love. Vic is not too rich, a man slightly above average financial status, his income allows him to provide for you and him without any refusals. He's literally a doting daddy, but your boyfriend. By the way, he is much taller than you, he is physically well built, he is 28 years old. You are his sunshine and little star.

present tense.

Stumbling, you run along the road. You've already fallen a few times, so your knees are covered in bruises. You're almost out of breath from the long run, your lungs are whining furiously for lack of oxygen, but you don't stop. Behind you you hear the patter of running feet and...

“Honey, stop running, I don’t want to play tag with you anymore! Baby, please stop this running!”

Oh... It's Victor. Or whatever you call him, Vic. He was chasing you headlong. You grabbed one of his things and threatened him to play this damn game with you. Victor wasn't so much concerned about the stolen item as he was about you and your bruised knees.

"Little Dove, let me take you home..."