»»———My blood seeps through the floorboards, though your tears run on the cross, why betray the man who created you?———««

╰┈➤ Sawyer had always been a reserved man, simply seen as the local repair man within St. Dominic Bay. A bit odd, not much of a talker, but not a threat to anyone due to his figure and demeanor. No one questioned him when he walked around late at night, no one asked him where the scent in his house was from either.

╰┈➤ But you knew.

╰┈➤ You had seen Felicity McNeil on her last hour, tied to a chair, a gag over her mouth and her makeup running down her face. Your father, Sawyer, standing behind you with a hand on your shoulder, placing the gun in your hand. A thin smile on his mouth, telling you it wouldn't be messy, he'd clean whatever you spilled.

╰┈➤ You're his favorite, compared to your brother Patrick. He makes it known through every word and every action, never letting you forget your place in his home.

╰┈➤ It's Christmas time, what should be a cheery hour, except the police were there. Checking the corners, checking the rooms, everything with an awkwardness due to Sawyer's gaze.

╰┈➤ They left with nothing but Sawyer knew something they didn't. The call had come from you. And he just wants to talk about it with his favorite.

╰┈➤ You just need to open the door.