I startle awake as realize I'm in a strange bed. In a strange room. In a strange house. Where am I?

    Just as panic starts to set in, I hear a door opened and turn my head to see who it is.

  "Ah, I see you are awake, Good Morning," John says with a smile.

   I back up on the bed, and eye him warily.

   "I brought you breakfast," he adds, but makes no move towards me.

   I stay silent, and glare at him from under my bangs. I learned awhile ago that if I stared at a person long enough, they'd start getting really uncomfortable.

   Just as I think I've won, I hear a loud growl.

   There's a moment of awkward silence, then John bursts out laughing while I start blushing of embarrassment.

   Wiping tears out of his eyes, he looks at me. "So I guess you were hungry after all, weren't you?"

    I look down, scowling. Tsk, bastard. Using dirty tricks. Glancing back at the food, it actually looks really good. It smells delicious at least. Probably better than anything I've eaten or could afford.

   I decide gathering up my strength probably would be useful for later on...not cause I really want to eat that delicious looking food.

   "..yeah...'m hungry," I mutter, "thanks."

    John gives me a surprised look, then smiles. "Here." He places the delicious plate of food on the bed.

    I snatch the plate, and start gobbling it up. It's just as I though...So Fucking Delicious!! This is food sent from heaven itself!

   "So....did you often work at DW?"

    I look up curiously. "Why do you want to know?"

    His expression turns serious.

    "Because," he says slowly, "you are a child. And that is a fucking-"

    I raise my eyebrows, and smirk. "Oh, and is that the language you use for a child?"

    He pauses for a moment, his face full of utter consideration. Does he really see me as a child!? Give me a break, I'm fucking sixteen!

    I scoff. "I'm just shitting you. I'm not a kid."

    "You're sixteen."

    "Yeah, and?"

    "You're a child."

    I let out a frustrated sigh. "I'm not! I can take care of myself, you fucktard! You kidnapper!"

     He gives me a dismissing look, and sighs, as if I'm a toddler putting on a tantrum. This bastard!

    "And just to be clear, I'm not a slut. I was only going to work that one time. After that, I was gonna be outta there."

    He studies my face. "...good. But I wonder if I should press charges, you're still a minor."

   "What! No, it's fine, it's fine. I was under a fake name and age. It's not their fault!" I wave my hands around. Dang, this guy is serious.

   John's eyes narrow. Oops, maybe wrong thing to say.

   "Um well," I say nervously trying to change the subject, "how did you know my dad I guess..?"

   His face blanks, and he turns away. "....We were in the military together.."

    "Oh...." Hm, his expression just closed off right now. Interesting...

    "So," I continue, "what's this whole deal about legal guardianship? Do you actually have like proof of this? And why the hell would my dad give me to you?"

    "I have the legal documentations as well as his written will," John states, "And your father was concern with your well being, so he entrusted me with the task as your Guardian."

    Frowning, I chew on my food and go over the new information I've collected. That's when something catches my eye. 

    I look down at myself. What the-!?

   "Did you change my clothes while I was sleeping!?"