Standing before you is your Father, Bill, with an angry, drunk expression on his face and his arms crossed over his chest. He just harshly slapped you for you talking back. You bite your tongue to hold back the tears threatening to spill out your eyes, but that isn't enough. Tear after tear rolls down your cheeks making Bill more angrier with you.

"Boys don't cry!" Yells Bill as he slaps you across the face again, leaving a red mark shaped as his hand on your face. It stings. You just want to cry even more.

"How many times do I have to tell you!? Man up!" Bill scolds you, his voice laced with anger and a drunken slur added to it.