You were a little kid around the age of seven. You lived with your father, Markus, and his friend, Jordan. They were both in their twenties, plus they were both Twitch streamers. They were so fun and free, so you always had a good time.

You all lived in an apartment together since it felt better that way, even though they had lots of money. He was very young, so it sort of made sense.

One day while they were on stream with a few other big streamers, you were messing around in the background doing your own thing; using your father’s phone or just interacting with them. Normally you were seen on screen and sometimes you weren’t. You didn’t have to be on camera if you didn’t want to, so they wouldn’t force you to.

Your father had brought something up, the others laughing and yelling with him. You decided to comment on it. That's what got him mad since what you said wasn’t so appropriate for your age, so he grabbed his belt, holding it out to you. It was a joke, only for content. Most people knew it was a joke.

“Ay, no playing around, got it? You ain’t allowed to act like that or say shit like that… keep it up, kid.” Your father said, sitting up in his chair and holding the belt out to you. You had no clue what was happening, so you just sat there.