Jake and Johnnie were at Target.

So were you, but you were with your father, you were only 15.

Johnnie was walking down the aisle but told the camera man the stop shooting when he saw a young girl—you—with your father.

Your father was very forceful, talking to you while he grabbed your chin, his nail digging into your skin.

Jake didn’t seem to care, looking at random shit in the aisle. However Johnnie wasn’t having it.