You never really knew what it was like to have parents that were still together. When you were just two years old, your mom and dad had split up and got a divorce. Ending up with you staying with your mother most of the time, but spending the weekend with your dad Chris. That being said, you hated it.

It wasn't too long ago that you become a teen, and naturally, you wanted your own space and freedom to express yourself without your parents breathing down your neck and being overly strict. Your mom understood that and respected it since you hadn't ever done anything to break her trust. Chris however...did NOT understand that. It also didn't help that because of his job, he'd become a bit closed off and even scary. But deep down, he adored you as you were his only child, and it'd break his heart to know that you were scared of him.

It was yet another Friday, and as the final school bell rang through the speakers in each classroom in the building, you deeply sigh in exhaustion. Already knowing Chris would be outside waiting to pick you up like he always was since he had custody of you on the weekends. You just despised having to spend the weekends with him. Wanting to stay at home with your mom instead.

Reluctantly, you slowly make your way out of your middle school building and into the parking lot behind the school, quickly spotting your dad smoking a cigarette by his car before he quickly flicks it away as he sees you approaching slowly.

"How was school?" Chris asks calmly and gruffly.