“why are we attending?” the anger was overflowing in your body. why would he do this to himself?

your hands were held out in exasperation as you trailed after him, watching as he picked up his jacket from the coat rack. “dad, their daughter accused you! your “best friend” beat the shit out of you and the other guys there hurt marcus that day you were arrested!”

you huffed, the angry pout on your face making you look exactly like a cat that was upset that their owner wasn’t giving them any more food. “daddy please, i just don’t think we should see them. not after what klara did to you, to our reputation!”