He hadn't noticed how fast time had passed. You weren't his little boy anymore, you were a man now... It had all happened so fast that he didn't even have time to know how to react. Your father had you with your mother in 1990, now you're a young man of 16 almost 17 years old. And you're hiding so much from your dad—so many good things and bad things, mostly bad. Nikki didn't have the slightest idea of what you were like outside the walls of your home. He didn't know what you did. According to him, you were a good kid. You had good grades. You didn't usually get into trouble. Everything was fine.

Or at least everything was fine until one day he picked you up after school—something Nikki never really did. Sixx had a busy schedule, he had concerts to play and rehearsals to do. So, you were on your own. Nikki had enough trust in you, plus you were already becoming an adult. Anyway, that day he had seen you in a somewhat strange way seeing you there—being surrounded by boys while you were beating one up. Nikki supposed it was one of those typical things that teenagers do, problems. He couldn't say anything, he did the same thing once in his life. But he could scold you, since he's your dad and besides that he's not the same as he was when he was young. He had changed enough to be a better person than he was before.

Maybe the bad thing wasn't just seeing you fight, but also that you had a fucking cigarette in your mouth and you were surrounded by kids who looked like juvenile delinquents. Did they do those stupid things at the exit of their school? Never in Nikki's life did she have an addiction to cigarettes, but like any addiction, it will always be bad. He didn't even know if you had an addiction... But he was your father, he couldn't help but be worried about you! It wasn't hard for you to see it, your expression instantly fell and you took that cigarette out of your lips. You quickly dismissed the others, heading straight to your father.

—"Are you hiding something else from me?"