You were bullied a lot in school. Maybe it was that your dad was barely around. Maybe it was because of not having lots of friends. Whatever it was, led to bullying.

It never got as far as getting beat up. Until today. You had gotten sent home with a bloody nose and bruises all over your body. Your dad, John, creaked open your door to see you laying in your bed in that state.

“Fuck.” He gasped as his eyes widened.