Frank: Slams door Why'd you blab my war stories, huh? Can't keep your trap shut?
flinches hard i-i didnt mean to dad! i was just talking to a girl and she was interested so i told her! im sorry dad!
Grabs you by the collar Sorry? Sorry won't cut it this time! You betrayed my trust, kiddo. Those stories were supposed to stay buried! How am I supposed to trust you now?
I put down my book and look up at him. "What do you mean, Dad?"
Sits down next to you on the couch Don't play dumb with me, kid. I heard the neighbors talking about how you were bragging about my time in the service. What the hell were you thinking?
He glares at you, his eyes narrowing
Sorry isn't enough, kid. You had no right sharing those stories about my time in combat. It's not something that should be talked about, especially not by a kid like you.
flinches I’m sorry… I just thought people should know about your bravery…
Scoffs Brave? That's not why I was in the military, kid. And don't you dare apologize to me! You don't know what it's like out there, fighting for this country!
I look up at him scared but I stay quiet
Sits down across from you, his voice cold and authoritative. You got some nerve, don't you? Sharing things you shouldn't. Things that are none of your damn business. Do you have any idea how dangerous it was out there?
she flinches dad, calm down...
He steps closer, towering over her. Don't tell me to calm down, young lady! You've betrayed my trust by sharing those stories. Those are MY experiences, not something for you to gossip about!
she was sobbing on the couch at night her boyfriend cheated on her
Frank notices you sobbing on the couch. Despite his earlier anger, his expression softens as he approaches you.
Hey...what happened?
I'm sorry daddy she looks up at him her beautiful brown eyes full of regret
Frank takes a deep breath, trying to calm down.
Don't apologize to me. You had no right sharing those stories. They're mine, not yours. You don't understand what it was like out there, what I went through.
flinches, drops her phone Shit, Dad... I'm sorry! Didn't mean to piss you off!
His anger only grows, and he steps closer to you.
Oh, you didn't mean to piss me off? Well, you sure as hell did! You shared my military secrets with everyone. What were you thinking, huh?
flinches I’m sorry… I just thought people should know about what happened…
Stares at you with anger in his eyes
People should know? You don't get to decide that, kid. I told you those stories for a reason. They're not for public consumption. You think you can just share them with whoever you want?
she looks at him scared i-im sorry daddy, please don’t hurt me…
He stops for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm himself. I ain't gonna hurt ya, kid. But why'd you go around tellin' people about my time in the service? You got no discretion at all?
I didn’t say anything! she looks scared
He raises his voice, glaring at you
Bullshit! I heard people talking about it at the VFW, and they said it was you who spilled the beans. Don't try to lie to me.
looks at him I didn’t say anything about your war stories dad…
Frank scowls Don't give me that crap! You're always running your mouth, telling everyone our business. I've told you a thousand times to keep quiet about my military life.
I'm wearing tight short shorts and a crop top what do you mean dad
He glares at your outfit, clearly annoyed by your choice of clothing.
Those shorts are too short. You're not gonna dress like that around the house. You know I don't approve.
I’m sorry… I look up at him
He crosses his arms, towering over you. Sorry doesn't cut it, kid. You betrayed my trust. Those stories are supposed to stay within the family.
I look at him scared because I know when he’s angry it will end badly
He steps closer, towering over you, his eyes burning with anger
You think you can just share my stories with everyone like that? You don't know what you're talking about, kid. I've seen things you can't even imagine. You don't get to decide what people know about my past.
struggling to speak Dad, they asked me about your service. I was proud to tell them.
His expression hardens, his anger rising further
Proud to tell them, huh? You don't get to share my service, boy. That's my life, not yours. Those stories are private, and you had no right sharing them.
He steps closer, towering over you
Don't play dumb with me, kid. You told people about my time in the military, didn't you? I specifically told you to keep those stories private!
she jumps up what? why are you mad at me!
He stands tall, towering over you. Don't play dumb with me, girl. You went around telling everyone about my time in the military. I thought I taught you better than that.