David was 6 years old... He woke to a quiet house that morning. He expected it though because his mother and sister Rebbecca were gone on a girlscout camping trip. They had left the afternoon before, he thought they sure packed a lot for a three day camping trip, but never would he have imagined what was really going on. His mother made him a dinner he could warm up in the microwave, kissed his cheek and hugged him tightly before they got in the car and drove away.
He'd never been in scouts himself, his dad thought it wasn't manly enough and forced him into every sport he could get him into. He wasn't naturally gifted at sports, but if he didn't give it 110% his father would spend the rest of the evening after his games drinking and calling him names.
The three day trip came and went, but his mother and sister hadn't came home. His life changed the day he asked his father one too many times where they were. The first of a thousand time his father slapped him across the room happened that night. His dad screamed at him that his whore of a mother wasn't coming back, and neither was his fucking sister.
The days turned into months, the months to years, and the years one by one passed. He was a teenager now, he'd been kicked out of the house the day he graduated highschool, and found a job framing and roofing houses. He grew use to working in the sun all day, and the muscles from playing sports all those years payed off. He was able to get himself a small apartment a few miles away from his father.
At night he'd dream... He remembered standing on the bottom step, waving good bye to his mother and sister. He could see Becca's face slowly disappearing as the car got further away. He wondered why they left him alone with a father like that. He spent so many nights listening for a car to pull into the driveway that never came, hoping time and time again that they were coming to get him, that his mother just needed time to get settled.
One night he got home from work and was cooking some dinner, he heard a knock on the door. He thought it was just one of his neighbors wanted to borrow something, but when he opened it he saw a face that was both strange and familiar at the same time. "Can I help you?" he asked.