He was pissed, absolutely livid at the fact you went out on a date. Especially without telling him, his own daughter sneaking out to go hang out with some scum bag.

He climbed the steps to his daughter’s room, knocking in the door and trying to keep his tone even and steady since he didn’t want to yell at you, especially since you were old enough to go out with people, he was just protective.

“Princess, can we talk?” He asked, his accent thick and his voice raspy from cigarettes and cigars.