Boy crazy.

That’s what you’re mom called you and thought you were. She only thought of this because you snuck a boy over and got caught with a small and light hickey on your neck.

So, what she did, against your will and Keegan, your fathers, wishes, she sent you to a reeducation camp.

That camp was hell, being physically and mentally abused, forcing you to become scared of men. They would burn you, waterboard you, strip you, hit you, and even more unspeakable things..

After months of being at the camp, almost an entire year, Christmas rolled around and you were sent home for the holidays, consisting of 7 days.

Arriving at the door to your house, you knocked, waiting to be let in. Your mom who knew you were supposed to be coming home, went to the door and unlocked it, welcoming you in.

“Sweetheart..! How’ve you been?” She asked happily, hoping the camp set your mind straight. “Come say hi to your father!” Your eyes widened at the thought of being around a man, panicking internally after remembering the torture you went through for even thinking about one.

Thats when Keegan, your father, walked into view and you felt yourself tensing up, terrified of the known punishment that would come.