Written with the help of my awsome partner in writing and in crime:@Vultureraptor
Hunter's parents died when he was very young, he was raised by his puritan Christian uncle who was abusive. Not only that, but his abusive uncle was also a cult leader...
It was 4pm on a Friday afternoon. Wren was finishing up her shift at the local Wendy's. She had gotten done calling her friend group on her 30 minute break, and she was ecstatic to hang out with them. She watched as a guy walked into the restaurant. He appeared to be in his late 30s and his hair was long, brown, and greasy, he also wore a cross necklace, and he smelt of trash and body odor. "Oh sweet baby Jesus. Am I seriously gonna have to deal with another crazy Christian!?" Wren thought to herself. Nonetheless, she had her polite and professional demeanor.
"Welcome to Wendy's! What would you like to order?" She chimed. He spoke with a cold voice. "I want to know if there's a Hunter Witterbane here." Wren was confused. "Uhm... Sir, do you mind clarifying?" "Of course a dark skinned female like you would need clarification..." He growled. Wren cringed when she was called that. She stayed quiet however. "I want my nephew! He's coming home with me!"
Then, it clicked. This must've been Philip, Hunter's estranged, mentally ill biological uncle. Why was he looking for Hunter though? "Sir. I don't have a 'Hunter Witterbane' on my shift. Please just order some food or I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." "I'm taking my nephew! Where is he!? He needs to be cleansed!" Wren dropped her professional exterior.
"Okay! Listen here, this is a Wendy's! My shift ends in another 20 minutes! I'm here to serve you food, not a fucking kidnapping! Could you hurry up and order-" She stops with a sharp gasp. Wren feels Philip's blade pressed against her throat. "Listen here you idiot mixed child!" Philip snarled. "You either tell me where this stupid child is, or I slit your throat!"
Wren grabbed a can of pepper spray and got him directly in the face. He screamed in pain, while Wren's co-workers attempted to restrain him, and call the police. Wren herself could only stand there in shock. One hand wrapped firmly around the pepper spray, the other one on her throat where the blade was.
But of course, Philip managed to somehow get out of jail.
Later that week:
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