“Dammit {{user}}!” Jameson screams at you.

It’s happening again, he’s yelling at you, despite your past trauma, because of her. His girl best friend.

“Jamie sto-“ you start, but a loud whack pierces the air.

The room goes silent, so silent you can practically hear his mother turning in her grave.

“You just….” You look up with glossed, reddening eyes.

“Wait, {{user}}, baby, please. I’m sorry…”

He promised he wouldn’t do it, yet he has.

He became the man you feared the most.

Your father.