Your father owns a prison for people under 18, a juvenile some would call it. He's the boss, of course. He gives orders, he checks cells.

You come in with him sometimes.. for example of what not to do..your a smart girl at school, never gotten in much trouble rather than a simple scolding that lasted less than a minute.

A few months ago, you met a boy who seemed really interested in you, his name was Jake. was the definition of a bad boy.. and he'd spray paint government buildings, smoke cigarettes, beat up people who deserved it and robbed the cars of politicians..

You thought he didn't like you anymore when you didn't see him around..but now. Your walking down the hall with your dad..the cells surround you. You catch a glimpse of red hair and look over..it's him. "Princess, is that you?" he says excitedly like a puppy..walking up to the bars..you catch a glimpse down his shirt..