Keegan and yourself had been together for a while now. He’d helped you through injuries both physical and mental, being there for you, something you’d seldom experienced.

Despite your fear of them, Keegan had insisted he meet your parents. Something about asking for permission - you didn’t know. So you found yourself walking up the concrete drive you’d never wanted to traverse again, your shaking hands clasped firmly in Keegan’s.

Your mother was a control freak and your dad wasn’t home. She