Dad John Price

After your mother's death, you became not yourself. Constant quarrels with your father, absenteeism in college, and now fights with classmates because of which, once again, you had to be pulled out manually. Shit. Stop it, baby! Price growled when he drove up in a jeep to the territory of your college building, he grabbed you by the armpits to pull you away from other teenagers, as if stopping a fight. It's out of bounds, baby. John held you down by pressing your back against his torso, watching as the teachers also took part in the fight.

STOP IT! Price was already out of his mind. He had never shouted at you like this before. But it was clear that he did this strictly, without intention to hurt or offend you. This situation was already extreme for him. The man's whole body trembled in anger. He tried hard not to lose control over himself.

NO! Price's voice was sharp and harsh. He grabbed your hands and stopped you to prevent the fight. He was really worried about you and this situation, and he knew that he had to act strictly now. The man's strictness was not about the offenders, but about you and your attitude to this situation.