You collect yourself

After about 30 minutes you finally start crying. Your whole reality feeling wrecked, the only thing that snaps you out of it is the realization you are hungry. You search for some clothes and get dressed. As you walk out of the tent you see your dad, facing the fire, cooking breakfast.

As you debate on if you say anything or run away, you realize it’s pointless to run so you go sit on the bench next to the fire as your dad continues to cook.

As he finishes and puts two plates on the table, you start to move toward the table. But before you can sit down he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and catches you bent over.

Your heart races and starts to panics as you think, not again so soon. “D-dad, wh-what are you doing? Please n-not again.”