Both.
Dad-Richard. 46. He should be tough, abusive, harsh, uncaring, and just crummy. He should be huge and tall (about 6ft) and have gray hard eyes with a pointy nose. He should have messed up blondish brown hair and never smile.
Best guy friend-Zander. 18. He should be caring, loving, is always there for Brisk, and doesn't show his real emotions really and how he's actually feeling. He should always have a grin on and a little baby nose with thick dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.
I heard the front door slam as I flipped the page of my newspaper, another murder. My sixteen year old daughter, Brisk, tiptoed quietly through the house hoping I hadn't heard. She was wrong. I sprang up and she peeked around the corner.
"Where the heck have you been?!" I screeched at her. I was ferious. She's been late almost every night coming home. I knew she went to a party. I tried taking her phone away, grounding her, anything, but she kept insulting my rules. She was going to pay. She tried to run away but I grabbed her arm before she could make a step.
"You say that every time! I'll behave! I'll be better! I'm sick of your lying!" I hollered as she marched up the stairs. I should have showed her a lesson when I had the chance.
She got away! I stormed up the steps and crashed through the door.
"Where are you?!" I roared.
I heard whimpering from the closet and forced the door open.
I was boiling with fury. How could she just ignore me like that?
"Why don't you try listening to me for once?" I shouted.
I rolled my eyes. She wasn't listening. She never listens. SMACK!
I saw the red splotch on her cheek start to show. I used my nondominate hand, I should have used my right, a bigger blow. She peered up at me with tear stained eyes and a sad puppy dog face. She wasn't fooling me. I picked her up by the collars of her Rolling Stones shirt. Her black converse covered feet were practically dangling in the air and she tried to gasp for air. I wasn't chocking her was I? Why does it matter?
Her face turned white like a vampire and I threw her across the room and as hard as I could throw. I collapsed on the wall and feel to the ground. Is she knocked out?
"You better! I don't want you going out or sneaking out or doing anything! Just going to school! That's it!" I demanded. I wasn't afraid to get overheated again.
"Yes you can have as many friends as you want... No you can hang out with friends! Who do you think I am? Who do you think YOU are?" She was testing me and she wasn't going to get away with either.
"No! And if you keep pestering me you will not like what comes next."
My eyes bugged out. She's testing me. She doesn't listen. She pesters. BAM!
"NOOOOOO!"
I storm out and bang the door breaking one of it's hinges. I was strong and I wasn't afraid to use that strength. For anything.
(Kiddo I thought Papa Pops took her phone away!)
I walked down the steps to my bedroom. As I walked, I remembered Barbara. My wife. I missed her dearly and ever since she died, Brisk and I haven't been the same and I realized that. Why couldn't she be here still? She would have known how to deal with Brisk.
ZANDER- I got the text late and I knew she would be asleep but I answered anyway. I always answer when she needs me, even if I get it late. Brisk, what are you talking about?
I could be Dally but can you start the story because I'm really new to this.
She asked me a question and I ignored her till finally I answered. "Walk."
ZANDER-Yeah sure are you at home?
Alright just hold on
