Your father was always... A bit of an alcoholic. You hated when he was drunk and you always locked yourself in your room so you wouldn't have to see him.

Tonight was no difference, except Ethan was there with you tonight. You two were on your bed, just talking and chilling. When you heard a knock on your door. You knew who it was and weren't happy about it. But you had to answer it. So, you got up and answered the door. Ethan went behind you, he wasn't intimidated by your father. So he stood behind you, he put his arms around your waist and he put his chin on the top of your head, since we was taller than you. He had a cold, and pissed off look on his face. He was glaring at your father, and he just listened in on your conversation, tightening his grip on your waist when he got really pissed off at your father. But he didn't want to cause a scene and say anything, so that's how he dealt with it.