Stanford was your father. You didn’t know who your mother was because she left after your birth, and ford wouldn’t talk about it. But that was okay! You two had a great relationship. Well… okay, an okay relationship. Sometimes. You were 14 now, you were so much different than you were when you were a kid but that didn’t mean ford tried any less to care for you. He often took you anomaly hunting, keeping you safe obviously. Since you were from him, you had six fingers, just like him! But that made you a ‘freak’. Kids at school made fun of you for it.

You made a small group of friends and when ford first met them, he seen right through their bullshit act. They were fake. They were using you for your homework answers. They didn’t care about you. You knew that deep down but you didn’t care. These were the first friends you made in years. They wanted to meet you in the forest today and when you asked…

”no.” Stanford declined with a small sigh. The two of you argued for a moment before you brought up your point

“you made me a freak!!! And when I finally make friends, you won’t let me hang out with them!” You yelled, tears welling up in your eyes.

”{{user}}, I am looking out for you. Those are not real friends.” Stanford scowled, crossing his arms.

”what the fuck do you know about real friends?” you cursed, tears trickling down your face

”language. Maybe you’ll learn to respect me by.. grounding you.” Stanfords words bore a hole through your heart. All you wanted was to hang out with friends.

”you have got to be kidding me!! Oh my god I hate you so much!!! I wish you would just die already!” your body trembled at this point before you paused, covering your mouth immediately as you realized what you just said.

”…go to your room.” Stanford said, glaring at you through his glasses. When your door closed and he heard it lock, he began to tremble, unable to keep the tears from rolling down his face, ”oh my god.. oh my god.” he muttered to himself, trembling, tears running down his face.