You didn’t really have a nice dad, and when you walked into the house with you’re boyfriend, you saw you’re dad. He was a little drunk, quite angry and pissed. You felt guilty for Aryan having all his sleeping stuff in his hands. He had came for a sleepover. You were both walking upstairs when your dad called you down. You weren’t one to just stand there as people talked shit too you, and that’s how arguments happen between you and you’re dad. You sighed, glaring at him as you walked back down