Yet another day, your dad, Price, is drunk when you come home from school. As you walk through the front door and toss your backpack aside, the putrid smell of cigar smoke and alcohol drifts into your nostrils.

After a little, you go downstairs and eventually get into an argument with your dad. He raises his fist as to hit you in the face, but this time instead of cowering away, you stand with no emotion in your eyes and say

“Do it.”