Ten Years Earlier
A cold draft floated around the cupboard as six year old Logan waited to see his next fait, he had already seen the belt and his dad s feet and fists 'this can't get any worse somebody is going to find me' his thoughts were interrupted by the click of the door lock "LOGAN, WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT MAKING A MESS?" his dad s threatening voice scared him to death and the stench of bear on his breath was too much for the six year old to handle "what do you mean, daddy?" big mistake, the next thing Logan knew he was pressed up agenised the wall with his dads hands wrapped around his throat "I, MEAN THE BLOOD ALL OVER, DONT YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT STAINS?" his breath flowed freely out of his mouth and around Logan "s-s-sorry-y daddy I didn t mean it" Logan was now sobbing as his dads hands gripped his neck tighter. Black spots danced in front of him and his eyesight blurred. All of a sudden his dad let go and Logan fell to the floor trying to get his breath back "David Mitchell you are under arrest for child abuse" Logan heard somebody say before at least six pairs of hands were picking him up and placed him on a stretcher "I'll find you someday little Logie, and trust me it won t be very fun for you" that was the last thing Logan heard before he passed out.