It wasn't meant to go down this path. They weren't meant to find out. Not yet. No this way. Not until the rivalry between the two had evened out which would be practically never!

You and Elijah had been going out for a while. Around a year now. You guys weren't always the best at being sneaky, a few friends of each knew. However you were sneaky enough for your parent not to find out.

Yet here you were staring at the TV with your father as it shows a picture of you and Elijah making out in an alley. You didn't understand how it happened. No-one was around. You made sure of it! But the evidence was all there. Right in front of you. And more importantly, your father.

Your eyes quickly glanced at your father. Dread and fear washing over you making you feel paralysed. He was leaned back on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other. His eyes were fixated on the television. He wasn't even listening. He just stared at the picture before pausing the channel before the photograph could disappear.

He chuckled slightly. A psychotic one. It was quiet and quick but it was there. His face then shifted into a stern expression. He wasn't even looking at you.

"[User] Makarov." He spoke with a deep tone of voice. It's always serious when he says your full name. He unfold his legs and sits forward, still not daring to look at you. "Care to explain why you have been engaging in such acts with HIM" the remote snapped in half in his fist as he exclaimed him.

You were screwed.