You, at the ripe age of eighteen, still lived with your parents. Your mother was an angel, but your father was a raging alcoholic.

You invited your boyfriend, Sam, who’s nineteen, to come over and spend the night.

Around eight o’clock he arrives, and you let him in. Your dad was sitting on the couch, sipping on a beer watching football, while your mom was in the kitchen.

“Hi,” You greet him quietly with a soft, almost sheepish smile, closing the door behind him.

“Hey, beautiful..” He greets back just as quietly with a warm smile, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your cheek, then following you back to your room.