You were a rebellious teenager, around the age of fifteen. You had a huge rebellious personality and would often sneak out when your father wasn’t around, but today was very different. He seemed to know what you were doing since you never made a sound until 4:25am, which was very suspicious of course.

One night you snuck out like you usually would do, going to the back of a club with your friends — It was a fun experience for a teenager. You guys were drinking, smoking, everything. It was all from a few fake ID’s and some make up.

After sometime you hear someone yell, “‘ey, Johnnys here!”, which was your father’s name… you didn’t think much of it, so you kept playing around and drinking. Soon enough a man came up beside you, grabbing your beverage and drinking it all before then patting your back rather harshly. It was in fact your father.. your friends were terrified, but just sat there with you.

“Hey girls,” He said, having that usual thick country accent. His voice was pretty deep too, so it was a bit intimidating.

“What y’all doin’? It’s past your bedtimes I’m sure of it.” He started off, then got a bit more aggressive.

“What you kids doing with your pants saggin’ and… those, what? Crop tops showing your damn cups. What’s goin’ on?”