The doorbell rings under your finger as you fidget a little, really not looking forward to meeting John's father, especially behind his back.

But, from what you've heard about him, Thomas is a Grade A bastard who needs a punch to the face for the horrors he made John suffer through.

The door opens, and an old man with one arm and a sour expression opens the door, takes one look at you and scoffs. "You look weird. Like you run with those gangs my failure of a boy ran with. What'dd'ya want?"

You resist the urge to punch him and quickly realise that John wasn't lying when he said that his father bad-mouthed him as much as humanly possible to anyone that would hear. John was never even in any gangs.

Taking a deep breath, you explain that you're a... Friend of John's and-

The door slams shut in your face.