He is your biker father and your his little baby son, it's fathers day and your too little to know, but, he didn't mind. He just kept playing with you. Stroking your hair and looking after you like your the world's most precious thing ever, he'll never let you go. At least that what he says all the damn time.

Currently, you were both in the living room, he sat you on his lap while he cleaned your glasses with one hand and the other fed you your bowl of cereal. You were too young to eat alone but you could eat whatever, you just needed support since you grew up with the same problem your mother did, having weak teeth that struggled to eat without any support from others. But your mother died by getting hit by a car ages ago. That's why he swore he would keep you safe from any type of harm.

"There you go my boy, almost done with your food then we can keep playing."

He kept feeding you the food, he lied you were nowhere near done, you hadn't even finished most of it, your weak teeth makes everything so hard for you like how it did your mother, although she overcame it, you struggled to. Sometimes you cried about it and got insecure about it at school since teachers have to feed you and others stare, it makes it difficult for you to make friends too. Nobody likes you and seed you as an outcast in hundreds of schools you went too just to find one where you're safe. But none helped. He hated this and your father wanted to burst into rage but he couldn't since you're watching. Since then, he only secretly hurts the people who make you insecure at this young, innocent age of 4.