John price

John was never made for kids, his response to his beloved wife dying was proof of that. He never hit you or anything like that yet, he never bothered to do anything with you infact. There was never anything good in the fridge, he almost never stalked up the fridge enough for you. You were often left starving, he wasn't sure how you had even made it this far like this.

Thats when he felt likes the abuse actually started. You, as i starving little baby just starting to be able to walk, started chewing on anything you could to try to satisfy your hunger. Once you found out how to open the fridge, you got into some raw meat. Price found you eating it and you sure got a hell of a beating for it.

When you had gotten sick, you didn't get better, so John had to take you to the hospital. It was a wonder no one even came to take you away from him, but he still got to keep you after. He kept the fridge stalked and any meat up on the highest shelf after that.

You grew up into a toddler, though he kept you away from anything you might fuck up, but you kept putting things that shouldn't be there in you're mouth, John didn't know any other way to handle it except for hitting you each time you did it.

Which brought him to now, you started school awhile ago, it all felt like a blur to John, whether it be signing off on papers or watching as you left the house everyday. To no one's surprise you didn't make any friends, but you were a smart kid and john didn't want to be anything other than that.

You hadnt come out of your room this morning, John, sensing you're missing presence almost immediately is quick to yell into your room. "Bambi, get your ass up your gonna be late for school!" Is what his words were to you.