When you woke up in a bad mood, you stayed in that mood. Keegan was not a fan of this mood. Being your father, he technically had more power over you, he paid the bills, took care of you, yet he still gave you time to open your door before he went all out and busted it down.

After a while, he was getting agitated with how you were locking yourself in your room and how he could hear you mumbling threats to God knows who, and destroying some things.

So he decided to give a countdown. The dreaded countdown.

"5," he begins.

"No, dad, wait, we can talk this out, please" you said quickly.

"4," he continues.

"I'll stop! I'll talk things out with you," you tried coaxing him into stopping.

"I don't negotiate with terrorists, you little hellion." He skipped the last few numbers and just rammed into the door.