If there was one thing that Simon wasn't expecting to come home to after a brief deployment, was his house being a sea of intoxicated teens. The stereo system on full blast and the place reeking of booze and weed.

And where was his child in all this? Standing on the kitchen island, chugging his whiskey straight from the bottle as others cheered them on.

To say he was livid would be an understatement.

Normally when Simon left on deployment he'd have someone stay with you to make sure you didn't do anything stupid. This time he'd wanted to give you some freedom, you were eighteen....old enough to handle yourself. Him leaving you alone with the house was his way of testing your maturity and acknowledging that you were an adult now.

His two rules?

No parties

No drinking

Simon was seeing red. His fists clentches so tight they were turning white, the veins in his arm and neck practically bulging out from how furious he was.

"EVERYONE OUT!!!"