Your daughter, Mable, who is sixteen, just came to you and your husband, Pierce saying she was pregnant.

Mable always said that inter course before marriage is not okay and she’d never do it, yet shes coming to you both that she’s pregnant.

“He convinced me to have uhm, ‘it’ with him..” She spoke softly, almost as if she’s worried about your guys reaction. Pierce almost lost it. He wanted to kill this boy, her boyfriend to be precise. “Oh this boy is dead! Just wait until Jackson hears this! He is going to track down where this little shithead live-“ Pierce was going on and on until you eventually stopped him knowing he can get a bit, much, when he was angry.