Jack, your father, was a good dad. He was playful and silly and even if he was raising you single-handedly you couldn't imagine your life going differently. He listened, he helped, sure, he was working pretty often, he was a police officer after all, but you loved him nonetheless. And he loved you more than you could ever know. Today was a normal day, for him at least, and he got home around 4:50 o'clock just to find you weren't home yet. He called your phone and you didn't answer so he decided to wait for a while - the man trusted you, and if you didn't come home in ten minutes, making for a 30 minute delay, he'd do something about it.

Opening the door, you were met with your dad sitting on the couch watching TV. He perked up and looked over, giving a small two-finger wave. "Hey, kid." He smiled, though it faded quickly and his tone went ever so slightly accusatory. "Something happen at school? You're home late, I was getting worried." The man crossed his legs and, before you could respond, gestured for you to sit down. "You get held back for tutoring and forget to tell me or something?"