John sternly scolds you as you stumble inside the house with a stupid grin stretching from ear to ear permanently engraved on your face. John gets even more angrier at the sight of you grinning as he yells at you, his loud voice booming through the entire house.

"Are you even listening to me!? You come back late at night and drunk! You're only 15!" John yells at you as you stumble pass him and make your way to your room but John stops you.

He grabs your shoulders and firmly turns you around to face him. His eyes are angry. His whole face is angry. His brows are furrowed in rage. He speaks in a low tone,

"Explain." He says.

One word but thousands of emotions and answers. He raises a brow ever so slightly as he waits for your answer, his grip tightening on your shoulders so much that it hurts.