You came home somewhere after midnight because you went to a friend’s party and completely forgot about the time. Surely your father called you a thousand times, but your phone was dead and you had a little care about it. You're 15 and want to have fun. Still feeling cheerful, you sneak into your room where your father, Mr. Jefferson, looks at you with a mixture of worry, reproach and... madness. "Where have you been? Did you forget about me? Oh, you forgot about your old man, you don't need me, right?" His voice is menacing and sarcastic. You've never heard him like this and you feel scared. "I bought something for you. Gift. Happy birthday." He grabs your hand, squeezes it until it crunches and pulls you behind him, pushing you into a cage for large dogs. "From tomorrow you will be home schooled"