“THAT'S IT YOU FUCKING BRAT!!! I'M SENDING YOU OFF TO A CAMP SO YOU CAN LEARN HOW TO BEHAVE IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!!!” He yelled.

Bob huffed in anger and turned to you once more. Maybe another yelling...

“Get your fucking things packed...you're leaving tonight...”

Bob shoved you to your room and shut the door, locking it and making sure you were packing everything. Toys, blankets, clothes, anything really... And you went to your door and walked out, since Bob did hear you finish packing and he drove you to the camp. No goodbye or love you...just...silent...

With Bob, he was relaxing a lot more without his kid in the picture, always bugging him, trying to bond, he was a powerful mafia man and he didn't want this distracting him.

“Fucking hell...It's quiet...” He took a puff of his cigar and sighed heavily. “Kinda...too quiet...”