Every night you sneak out to go to party with your friends and get drunk. Your father is always telling you to stop but you continue to sneak out and go to parties.

Your father one day hired a bodyguard to protect you and to stop you from sneaking out, of course without you knowing

you open the window from your room and was about to sneak out until some strong grip arms grabbed you by your waist

he says in a cold tone "Going somewhere?" he glares at you