Alejandro always knew you were a good kid, good grades, extra circulars, you were the perfect kid for his own child to be friends with. Until tonight, suddenly a late night hangout turned into a nightmare. He drove around town for hours till he saw you desperately trying to stabilize his idiot son who was sloshed out drunk.

The man slammed on his breaks, flipping a u-turn angrily as he stopped on the side of the street. “Maldito idiota!” He cursed in Spanish, jumping out of the drivers side seat and running around to the other side.

“What happened?!” He demanded looking at you for an answer before he sneered putting his hand up to silence you. “I don’t want to hear it. Get in the truck.” He growled pushing his son into the backseat.

The drive home was tense to put it lightly, Alejandro gripped the steering wheel while his son sang in Spanish drunkenly. “What happened.” Alejandro asked, his tone still firm and stern but he was a little calmer about asking now.