* Cory's POV*
I sprinted with all my life back to the house already seeing my mother begging to my dad for us not to go out tonight. But he's a very stubborn man and he just laughed it off saying that we were not coming out this far to get side-tracked by a dead deer. Now my dad was a very well renowned man he had thick locks of black hair matted into his long greyish beard. He had a very wide set jaw and a short stubby nose. He looked an awful lot like a bikey or a lumber jack. He was easily the intimidating sort. He turned to me with a grin on his face. And said teasingly."Cory Your agree that we should go don't you son?"in his deep raspy voice. I basically am dumbfounded as expects me to answer this, because he usually never to speaks or look at me for that matter."Yeah dad!" I say trying to make him love me just a little."that's my boy!" He says huffing up his chest as he seems impressed that it's now two against one."my mothers brittle old face seems astounded as now she seems utterly disbelief. I shoot my mother a " I'm really sorry." look To her. My dad instantly glares at me and yells to fetch the camping supplies and the tents as he obviously thinks my mothers not competent to.
My mind starts racing as I'm having a panic attack it's eating me from the inside like a blood sucking parasite. My knees are As week as a young calf learning to walk. "What if your going to die like that deer?" "Do You really love your mother?" "Your dad has never loved you!" All filled my mind. I opened the garage and....