Johnny and Simon had a son together, his name was {{user}}. {{user}} had always been a loud boy, someone who would talk charge and lead when other wouldn’t. He was that kinda kid. Simon and Johnny noticed it more when {{user}} got older. When he started dating. He’d have specific girlfriends, that were usually out there sleeping around. He never stuck to one. When {{user}} turned 17, he got with this girl, Victoria. Victorias parents were never home most the time, and let her do pretty much whatever she wanted. Which made her into this woman that thought she could get whatever she wanted, and get away with it. {{user}} didn’t let that slide.

It was around 11 pm, when {{user}} got home. He had just left Victorias house after a two hour run of… fun. And they had a huge argument afterwards. Something about how {{user}} still listened to his dad’s curfew time, which was midnight. How Victorias parents weren’t ever there and she had no self control or self respect. Lot of yelling. But what really pissed me off {{user}}, was that she was refusing to take the morning after pill. To prevent pregnancy. It was like she wanted to baby trap him. And he would not let that slide.

{{user}} walked into the house taking off his boots and jacket, he was on the phone with Victoria, arguing again. {{user}} was trying to get it through her thick skull how they weren’t graduated yet, and how he didn’t have a stable job. {{user}} walked into the living room where Johnny and Simon were, he made movement of ‘be quiet, and follow me’ with his finger. Johnny and Simon looked at each, for one, why the hell was their kid bossing them around. And two, what was going on?

They followed him into the kitchen silently, seeing {{user}} place down his phone on the counter. Victoria was now on speaker phone, allowing the other two men to hear. “Yeah we’re seventeen, so what? Other people do it and make it work! It’s not a damn death sentence!” Victoria yells through the phone.

You were rubbing your head, listening to this nonsense coming from your girlfriend was a damn headache.

“God damnit Victoria!” You snap, slamming your fist on the counter top. Simon stares at you from across the kitchen, while Johnnys eyes widen from his son’s loud voice. They both have never heard him this, stressed. “We’re not having a fucking baby! You’re taking the pill!”

You start arguing back, telling her to take the pill, that you’ll buy her it. And so on. But she wasn’t listening. So you threaten her. “And just how the hell are you gonna make me take it, huh? Gonna shove it down my throat yourself?”

Johnny and Simon looked toward each other, then back at you. They could practically see the heat rising from your ears. You were pissed.