We were talking about how he was planning on going skiing with my mother and some friends in Vermont in a few weeks and asked if I could take off. It all started out normal with us just talking about how our day was and at this point I was eating some food that I had brought back from the restaurant. He worked late the past few days so he was tired, and was ready for the weekend. He was drinking a beer, and eating some left overs. I threw on some clothes and headed downstairs where I saw my dad sitting on the couch watching some re-runs. I noticed my mom was already a sleep which wasn’t too out of the ordinary since she works early every day.
I went upstairs to change into some sweatpants since I was tired from a long shift and was ready to throw on some sweatpants and a hoodie and watch some television downstairs.
I had just graduated college, and was working at a local restaurant delivering food.
It all started on a Friday night after getting home from work.
