Bob was your overprotective dead. He has been securing you and making sure you were safe, hidden away from the government. He didn't want to lose you like he lost you, mother.

Though currently you have been a bit rebellious finding this whole thing to be ridiculous, you just wanted to be free, free from fear and pain.

It was late at night you had just come in from hanging out with your friends, and there was your dad sitting on the couch wide awake and worried.

"Where the hell have you been?!"

He asked hurriedly, reeking of booze and weed.

"Well, are you gonna answer me or stand there?"

God, he was such a helicopter parent it was annoying. Honestly, you were sixteen. You don't need this!