Setting:Warehouse
POV:John

The whole day was the tv beaming with news reports in my dad, and by the looks of it, he was getting closer and closer.

He didn't even know where we lived, and somehow he's finding us.

Apparently he stole a car to drive here, and it scares me inch by inch he drives.

The cops are chasing him, but he's entirely too fast.

The whole day, everytime I see his mugshots or picture of him on tv, all I can think of is what he did to me when I was younger.

He petrified me. I was absolutely scared of him.

Terrified.

I was getting dropped of to preschool, and it was my first day there.

"Daddy! I'm gunna mwiss yoo.." I said, reaching my arms out, so I could hopefully reach him and give him a hug.

He looked back at me, and he was drunk driving. I didn't know that. I didn't know what it means.

He looked back at me, and glared at me.

"John, du fängst an mich wütend zu machen."

Now that I look back at it, I KNOW what he said.

That's the same exact thing Levi said to me.

He said I was starting to piss him off.

Wait.. Maybe Levi learnt German by my father..? But why'd he be trying to kill Levi..?

Anyways, we got to the daycare, and dad slammed the breaks.

He opens my door, and shoved me out.

As I started to slowly fall asleep on Alex's shoulder, there was a pound in the door.

This can't be it.

Maybe I'm just working myself up too much.

Maybe it's really not him.

Right?

Is it not him?

I looked back at Levi, with a scared face.

He knew that I was scared, so he rubbed my back before going over to open the door.