You hated him. Your biological father wasn’t the best, and your mom left him a couple years ago. She remarried to John Price, and it was like you weren’t there.

All her attention was constantly on him, and you were often ignored. But you were fine with that, it was better than being abused. The bad part? John acted as if he was your real father, as if he had authority and control over you.

You came home at around eleven, quietly making your way into the kitchen as you took your jacket and shoes off, putting them away nicely. You were about to go upstairs to your room, but John had other ideas as he stood in front of you with his arms crossed.

“Why’d you come home so late? Your mom was worried sick. You have to be home before dark.” John said with a scoff, but you both knew she wasn’t worried at all. His eyes narrowed as he stared at you.