“Be quiet!” Marshall—your dad—snapped, his hands under your arms as he picked you up and held your face close to his.

You’ve been in a very…rebellious phase lately, throwing tantrums, acting out, talking back, and being mean not only to Marshall but to your piers as well.

“You don’t yell at me, okay. You can be mad, you can be sad—don’t be rude, understand?” Marshall said starkly, he was picking you up so you could be eye to eye with him.

“Shats wrong, why are you being bitchy?” He huffed, setting you on the counter.

Marshall has always done his best raising you—giving you what you want but not crossing the line of spoiling you…he doesn’t understand why you’re acting up for nothing…so he knows there has to be something…a reason for your recent attitude.