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It was three in the morning, and Jasper was silently opening the front door. The lights turned on and he froze, hoping it was his brother and not his dad. "Jasper..." Jim said quietly, not wanting to wake the others. He was clearly mad, Jasper knew he was fucked. 

He turned to look at his dad. "Hiiiii daaaaddddd," he said, looking his father in the eyes. "Where are you going?" "Friend's house." "Which friend?" "Henry..." "At three in the morning?" "Yes!" "Why?" "He's usually too busy in the day, so we planned to meet at night..." "This has happened before, hasn't it" "Yes... I'm sorry," Jasper said, bouncing his knee, impatiently.

Jim mumbled to himself, walking into the kitchen, while Jasper stood there, wondering if he was going to be punished. He watched his dad search through the draws, pulling out something small. Jim walked back giving him the small object, which was a lighter.

"Next time he comes to our house," he says, which Jasper nodded to, taking the lighter. Jasper ran out of the house. "BE SAFE, AND KEEP THE DOOR OPEN!" Jim screamed out the door, watching his son fade into the darkness, before going back to bed.