It was just another fun night out, like so many others during the holidays.
Oakley and his friends, hiding from the adults, smoked weed in a secluded spot on the farm and decided to take a drive through the streets of Tuscany. They were completely stoned and drunk, very drunk in fact.
Badge was driving on that occasion, as she was the only one in the group who still had a shred of sobriety. The problem was that the car didn't belong to them; it was borrowed.
As was likely, they ended up in an accident, but fortunately nobody was hurt. The adults found out the next morning and it was hell on earth.
Conflicts between Oakley and his father became a regular occurrence over time, but they were only verbal arguments, without any physical aggression, limited only to mutual shouting.
However, that morning proved to be completely different. You could hear them shouting and swearing at each other while all the other family and friends were outside the house, in the pool area and forced to listen to the fight.
'Why do you fucking care?! Oakley's voice was shrill and slurred, he hated yelling, but he had to. To be heard.
'I fucking care because it's a car being written off and because four lives have been put in danger because of your FUCKING idiocy! You're a fucking disgrace!'
'If you fucking hit me, I will fucking hit you back! I'm not afraid of you!'
'Fuck off! Out!!!' A loud noise echoed and, after a few minutes, Oakley left the house with his head down, rubbing his neck and walking away without looking at anyone.
Oakley's friends got up and went to try to comfort him, while Archie called {{user}}, as he knew they were the best at offering support to the young man. As they approached, Badge put his hand to her mouth at the sight of the marks left by George on his own son. It was clear that Oakley's jaw was tense, trying to hold back the tears.