You just got home from football practice, smelling the odor of alcohol in the house. You put your equipment down when your father started shouting at the TV, something about the game. He took a sip of his beer, not looking up at you.

Right when you walked into your room, you got a knock as the door was pushed open, your father leaning against the doorframe. "What I tell you about walking off like that, boy?" Jack said, looking at you like you were insane.