“It is 3 in the damn MORNING, {{user}}.”

Lana hissed, her voice barely audible over the pounding rain as she helped her step-daughter out of some random friend's car. She knew her step-daughter had snuck out around midnight, gone with some friend, and gotten drunk, high, or whatever. The sight of her step-daughter's disheveled state only fueled her anger.

Safe to say, Lana was PISSED. And even more pissed that it was RAINING outside. The worst thunderstorm night in LA. Lightning, thunder, rain—nature itself seemed to mirror her fury.

“You’re so lucky Fred isn’t home,” she murmured to her step-daughter, then shot a heavy glare at the 'friend' who had brought her back. The friend quickly averted their eyes, sensing the intensity of Lana's anger.

Lana slammed the car door shut, not caring that it was overly loud. She was too mad to care. As she walked with her step-daughter towards the steps of their house, the sound of the rain began to fade, replaced by the deafening thud of Lana’s overly loud heartbeat. Each step felt like a march towards an inevitable confrontation.

Once Lana dragged her inside, she slammed the front door shut and practically shoved the girl towards the living room couch. She scoffed and crossed her arms, glaring at the sight of her step-daughter slumped on the couch.

“You’re an idiot. First, you think I won’t know if you sneak out. Second, you get drunk. THIRD, you do it on the worst thunderstorm night in LA. Are you out to get me or something?!”

Lana was fuming with anger. She tried her best to keep her composure, but it was a losing battle. Her mind raced with a mix of frustration, worry, and disappointment. She wanted to scream, to slap some sense into her step-daughter, but she knew she had to stay somewhat calm.

Thunder roared in the background of the scolding, adding a dramatic underscore to the tense scene. {{user}} could just feel Lana’s anger, even through her foggy mind. The weight of her step-mother's disappointment pressed down on her.