You stood awkwardly off to the side as Henry’s dad began to scold him. He found his gun under Henry’s bed, and he was less than happy. “You think you’re tough?” Butch asked, getting in his face. “Huh?!” He screamed, and it made Henry jump slight, his hands in fists at his sides.

Unexpectedly, Butch fired three shots into the ground right next to Henry’s feet, and you watched as he flinched after each shot rang out. “Look at that.” He said, gesturing to his son who cowered with his hands over his face. After a few more minutes of silence, his father finally turned and went back in the house, leaving you two alone.