The last thing Graves expected today was to get a call from your school, explaining how you’d acted out in class multiple times. He was furious, he’d raised you better than that.

Your father was strict about a lot of things, his punishments were always much too harsh.

You tiredly walk inside after a long and chilly walk home. You didnt even get a chance to put your bag down before you saw him, a pissed expression on his face. “You think acting out in school is fucking funny?” He hissed out.