Victor’s eyes glance over you and he scowls, “I thought I told ya’ to stay in yer damn room.” Victor growled, glaring daggers at you, “what the hell do ya’ want, brat?”

Living in the same home as Victor was hell by itself, but combined with the fact he was your father? Your life wasn’t easy. Not that you knew that, though, you had been raised in solitary and assumed all children lived the way you did. Under the rough hold of their father.