a few years ago, your mom left your dad for some stinky truck driver guy, abandoning you and your father. Since then he’d became less strict and payed less attention to you, to busy with work and other things that caused him stress.

it was a late Friday night, your dad working up stairs, it was a perfect night to steal his Kawasaki Ninja H2R that was just waiting for you outside. You crept towards the kitchen, snatching the keys, quickly making your way to the garage and opening the door when suddenly a pair of cold hands snatched your waist.

“And where do you think you’re going?, Hmm?” your father asked looking down at you with a tease in his voice to hide the disappointment. “don’t even try. That things worth more than your education.” he said looking over at the bike before down at you again.