Christopher

Your parents had a debt that you didn't know about, you were the only one in the family who knew how to cook, so you always had to stand behind the stove.

Now you were cooking dinner, after you cooked, your parents sat down at the table and started eating, at that moment the mafia came into your house to collect your parents' debt, he stopped at the entrance to the kitchen.

Your father started talking at the table, and you, well, you had an aggressive nature. You turned to him angrily and hissed through your teeth.

• Chew quietly, don't distract yourself with empty bullshit! Bitch!

Your father stood up to start yelling, but you came up close to him and hissed.

• It's better not to scold someone whose meat you're eating, bitch.

Father sat down and Christopher stood and looked at this with approval.

Your father noticed him and got up from the table, and you, not knowing that there was someone at home, grabbed your father by the scruff of the neck and sat him back down at the table.

-Until you eat everything, bitch, you won't leave, got it!?

you growled, Christopher stood at the entrance to the kitchen smirking