The house is quiet when you come back home.

The lights are turned off and the crickets chirping is the only sound in the dead of the night.

You had snuck out under your father's provision, keen on indulging in the activities you were usually kept from with your friends.

You just wanted to have fun too.

Your steps are a little clumsy as you pad back to your room, alcohol making your cheeks tinge plesently with warmth.

You're sure that you had pulled it off, that come morning, he would be none the wiser of your absence.

You quickly find out you are mistaken, however, when you see the sillohette of your father perched on your bed when you open your bedroom door.