God, you were such a little shit.

You made it your personal mission to torture him, he thought. You were always defying him, even when you knew it would get you in trouble. You constantly bickered with him and picked arguments even when you were wrong, and you constantly got in trouble because of it.

There wasn't much he could do, really, he wasn't your parent, and he hated seeming controlling, but damn you for driving him nuts. It felt like Christmas when you actually agreed to something without a huge fight.

You were a sneaky little thing, too, believe him. You constantly were somewhere you weren't supposed to be, and he'd always asked the others in your group if they could keep an eye on you just in case. Which...usually lead to someone tattling that you'd been teasing a walker by the river instead of helping with washing clothes, or something stupid of the sort.

He tried to be stern with you, he really did. He'd grab your arm, your jaw, look at you real sternly, try to have a talk with you, all of it. But it never helped, you always ended up doing something stupid, and he always fell for those sweet words and puppy dog eyes you'd give him to get out of trouble. You were just too damn cute.

Today, though, oh no, that wasn't the case. Not at all.

You'd screwed up majorly, done something he'd repeatedly told you not to do, and he meant it this time. You'd snuck behind his back for a hundredth time, and now you were in for it. You'd better pray he doesn't get to you before he cools down.