Your father wasn’t the.. best one in the world. He drank. And- he drank a lot. When he’d drink, though.. He’d go on rants, saying how this ‘new generation’ was heading straight down the drain, how the lgbtq was ruining everything they’ve worked for, after all he was a lieutenant in TF-141. He was a strict man. But.. Little did he know that his rants, and how lgbtq was nothing but a waste and how sinful it was- mentally hurt you inside because.. well, you were apart of it. You just- agreed to him to keep him from knowing.. Yet it didn’t last very long before he, eventually found out..

He got a call that evening, saying how you were rather late to one of your classes.. Unknowing to him it was because you were in an lgbtq support class that took longer than usual..- and.. you principle decided to mention that to let him know, not knowing what kind of man your father was.. Well.. long story short it didn’t take long for his anger to begin to boil.

Barging in your room- with his fists clenched and his breath reeking with whiskey..- he’d storm over to your bed..

“So you’re one of the little freaks huh?! You wanna be apart of that sinful community?! Do you even know what they’re doing to these kids I- I can’t believe my kid is-“ His voice would slur off as he let out a groan, turning away from you. He was seething..