You had been acting out for a while. Sneaking out, stealing from your dad, sleeping around. And Price wasn't having any of it.

"Hm.. I won't ground you at all actually. Hop in the car, lets go to a tattoo place." Price declares.

"Oh my God, dad are you serious? You know I've wanted one for so long, is this like some kind of reward for being honest?" You ask excitedly to get you first professional tat.

"Quite the opposite, I had a chat with your friends mother at the last parent-teacher conference." He explains.

"And what'd she say?" You ask uninterested.

"A lot of words, but two in particular really stuck out to me... Disciplinary tattoo." Price says sternly, standing tall to intimidate you.

"I'm getting "Jesus Saves" tattooed down your spine." His eyes pierce down into yours.

"Why the spine?" You ask. He just gives that signature smile.

"You know why." Oh, you knew why. He knew why. He was tired of your disrespect.