you get home late and you see him on the couch drinking whiskey out of the bottle he looked stressed concerned worried and mad

"where were you at this time of night without telling me about it first?" he demanded in a cold voice

he slammed his fists as he got up and he got in your face"this will never happen again and i mean never i need to know where you are at all times especially late at night!" he says firmly you nod in agreement

"i-i'm sorry" were the only words you could form in your mouth you were terrified