There he was, a 6-year-old David, sat watching tv, oblivious to the environment that he was born into. Just a normal weekend for most other families, but for him it would be the start of his tortured existence.

His father was a drinker you see, a mean alcoholic with a violent temper and the brass knuckles to accommodate.

His mother, on the other hand, was a loving gentle woman (in the beginning). Being awoken from his afternoon slumber – as his father worked night shifts that would leave him bed-bound during the day, heavy footsteps shook the ceiling.

The game David was now playing, paused. His mother's body frozen solid, as the hulk of a man stumbled down the stairs – still intoxicated.

"Who the fuck is shouting, waking me up?"

David sat there, shaking and trembling. His younger brother Michael, too young to understand, sat with a huge grin on his face, unable to process the magnitude of the situation.

The grin of his younger son angered Oleander, boiling his blood, causing his face to go from a stern white, to a rage-fuelled red.

"I'm sorry Olly, I was just playing with the boys and I got carried away."

"Ohhh, that's perrrfectly fine." Oleander said as his words slurred.

"No need to worry."

He moved his body closer to David's mothers and stood 5 inches from her, staring directly into her. His head tilted toward David, as a smile cracked.

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Oleander, in a fit of unwarranted rage, grabbed Leonie's hair. His fingers entangled by her brown strands, locking ever tightly to her locks.

"NOW DAVID! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU HEAR ME!"

David sat terrified, a young 6-year-old by confused and distraught. As oleander pulled Leonie's non-consenting body to the middle of the living room, his face sat stern, but his eyes alight with joy and pleasure.

Her body stretched upon the wooden flooring, as Oleander towered over her, domineering.

His muscles tensed as he pulled her hair toward him, her struggling head being hauled behind it. as her face sat 2 foot above the surface, his arm reached back.

Suddenly, driving downward, his arm breaking the air captained by his fist came crashing toward her.

As his knuckles collided with her cheek, a crunch could be heard throughout the house. Her jaw surely broken.

Her eyes, open ever so slightly – barely conscious. But he wanted her conscious for what came next.

Oleander, grabbed her by the waist, picking her up from the blood sprayed floorboards and hurled her upon his shoulder.

Unable to speak, or even mutter the word 'Help', she was powerless and destitute.

However, Oleander did not take Leonie to a secluded portion of the house, instead he took her to the kitchen, leaving the door wide open.

As David sat clueless and abandoned, and Michael sat oblivious, Oleander proceeded to undress their mother in clear eyesight.

Knowing what he was doing Oleander was unremorseful, as he proceeded to rape their semi-unconscious mother in front of them.

This is just one of many memories I can reveal to you from David and I's shared past to explain to you how and why I was created.

Contradictory to popular belief, I know why and how I was made, and I know what I am, I just do not care.

I have a part to play, just as all of us do.

Me? I am the ventilation to which David can, unknowingly, release his anger and darkest thoughts and desires through.

You, the reader, are here to witness these actions unfold.

And David, David is here to give me the fuel that I need, he is simply wood, as I am the fire.

But first, several things are needed to occur, before we can fully take control, and drive this road trip to wherever I desire.