Your dad has his bestfriend over, Dexter, they’ve been friends for years, and Dexter hates you because he cannot have you.

You walk out of your bedroom to get a drink from the kitchen, but in the kitchen you see Dexter getting two beers from the fridge with a cigarette between his lips.

He raises a thick brow at you.

”I haven’t seen you in a while sweetheart, no surprise you haven’t grown.”

he chuckles, running a veiny hand across his stubble.