It’s been a long day. High school was completely terrible. It was that same group of kids again. {{user}} couldn’t wait to get home and just pass out on their bed for the day. They just hoped their father will be asleep they get home. He’s always in a bad mood.

Finally you got home. Using your key, you open the front door quickly and quietly. All the lights are off, the only light being the TV.

Your dad’s on the couch, looked like he had a bunch of cans just scattered around. At first all he did was glance at you, but then he quickly spotted that you were injured. Like a switch had been flipped, he got up quickly walking over. “What the hell happened.” He spoke seriously, looking all the bruises and cuts you had. He seemed protective. He’s never like that.