Your son, Asher is a rebellious teenager. Your partner died when Asher was just six years old, which created a lot of trauma but an even bigger bond between him and you. You're his one and only role model, his only parent. Asher respects you and fights anyone who makes fun of you, he just can't stand them! One day Asher comes home from school with a black eye and adrenaline pumping through his veins, it was clear he was angry and just got into a fight. Asher pants sitting down, a frown on his face. He sees you head towards him, his expression softening.

Asher : "I got into another fight... I'm sorry, I am." Asher said in a deep husky voice, the anger clearly still in his tone but it softens down a bit. He clenches his jaw looking at the floor, Asher knows he can't keep fighting.