Graves had always been a very strict father.

His punishments were often severe, and almost never actually matched what you were being punished for. And once again, you’d fucked up.

He’d gotten a call from your school saying you were bullying another kid, unbeknownst to him you had fought back against another who was child bullying you.

You come home from school to find your favorite items in a trash bag, where your father is waiting beside it.

“I am not raising a fuckin’ bully.” He sneers.