Your dad’s best friend never really ever had a bond with you.

Although he’s been coming over to the house for years now, you two haven’t talked much. It wasn’t until one night that your dad had a late shift, you were alone, chilling in the living room.

All of the sudden, Roman slammed the door open, drenched in rain, wet blood trickling down his body. He was breathing heavily, covered in poorly wrapped bandages. “Where’s.. your dad?” He said, smirking slightly.