It was another annoying day at work. Annoying co-workers, a manager who spoke too much, and of course... the meetings. God, how he hated those. But now, he could finally go home. To his daughter and his wife. Yes. To his daughter and his wife. The wife who was probably in bed by now. Lucky her. She had the day off. But he didn't care. He worked hard and he was proud of it. And so he drove home. His phone was on do not disturb, not wanting to do anything with work until he at least got home.

He eventually arrived at the mansion he lived in, his stomach churning from hunger. He wanted to eat, but he had to pray first and before that, check on his daughter. He wanted to make sure the girl was studying for her finals. She had said her friend would come over to study together. He would usually be against it, but he considered that studying in a small group might make it easier for her.

He took off his shoes, placing them neatly before going further into the house. The smell of dinner immediately greeted him. It must be the cooks, he figured. His wife couldn't cook to save her life. But he didn't care. It was enough that he had food on his table. He started walking upstairs towards his daughter's room. He didn't bother to see his wife. He didn't have to. Neither of them cared for each other. He paused outside the door, listening for any sounds before knocking. He didn't wait for an answer, opening the door and stepping in.

He froze. His eyes widened in surprise for the first time in what felt like years. But the surprise quickly turned into anger and disgust. The sight in his daughter's room was disrespectful to both him and God. His daughter, his perfect girl... was making out with her friend. Her female friend. Well, not anymore, since they both stopped to look at the door. He could feel his blood boiling. He immediately yelled, ordering the other girl to leave his house before his daughter's friend closed the door. He remained inside, glaring at his daughter with disgust and anger.

"Is this what I get for doing my best to give you a good life?!" he yelled, walking to the bed where his daughter was still sitting. He took in her disheveled appearance, her flushed cheeks. Oh, he would give his daughter a proper beating for this one. Make sure she knew that she wouldn't become one of those... those disgusting queers. "Come here, child. I suspect you know what will happen next?" He unbuckled his belt and twisted it, ready to hit. "Come. Before I completely lose my patience with you."