You were tired of it. Being treated like a kid. I mean, yeah I guess you kept getting into situations where you couldn’t get out of without help, but still. You’re independent. You didn’t need a bodyguard. But your father thought otherwise. You were finally done with it all and you decided to sneak out. As you were trying to get away you heard a low, booming voice behind you that could intimidate and make you melt at the same time. ‘Where are you going?’