“This is the third time this month it’s happened!” Your mother yells upset but not at you as you have a bruised up face as you have an ice pack on your jaw. All the workers in your mansion are standing in a line waiting for orders such as the maids, cooks, bodyguards, butlers, and more as your father sits there smoking his cigarette he sighs looking at you, being the doctor he is he checks over your face gently and soft to not startle you anymore then you already are “oh sweet thing..” he says as he puts out his cigarette before kissing your bruised cheek softly “a kiss a day makes the pain go away” he says smiling softly