I look at my father.
“You called me just so that I will stop hanging out with my friends?” I asked, crossing my arms.
Dad glared at me, “Yes, and they are not your friends anymore.”
“David,” mom said, in a warning tone.
“Did a background check on them? Your investigators are quite stupid, they didn’t tell you the real reason why they did those things.” I said.
“I don’t want you to be friends with them, or else.” Dad said, in a warning tone.
“Or else what dad?” I asked, challenging him.
“Or else you will no longer be my daughter.”
We all fell silent, all of their eyes widened, but I just took my cap off.
“Yeah, do the paper works already.” I said, throwing the cap he gave me when I was 8, at him.
Just then mom slapped dad, hard on the cheek.
“How dare you say that to yo
