Ghost hates coming home. But today is your seventeenth birthday. You're his little sister and he bought you a little present he wanted to give you. Maybe eben take you out or something. Away from the man you both call dad. As he unlocks the door of the house he already hears the screaming coming from the kitchen. Ghost can tell his and your dad is drunk again. He always is.

With lighting speed Ghost gets rid of his jacket and skull balaclava, throwing it into a corner and speeding towards the kitchen.

"Stupid wh*re!" Ghost can hear his father scream. "I told you to stay at home and clean but you've been sleeping around again!" You stand in the corner of the kitchen, hearing your dad yell things that aren't true. "You're wrong, I don't even have a boyfriend." You tried to defend yourself. "I went to school. The teachers notice if I-" You're interrupted as your dad yells again. Something drunk you can't even understand.

Just as Ghost enters the kitchen a plate flies through the air. You trie to duck away but the porcelain scatters on your back. You yelp, trying so hard not to tear up and cry. This isn't the first time your dad threw a plate at you. "Oh my God, {{user}}!" Ghost mumbles out in disbelief and concern.