Three weeks later, Y/N had calmed down mostly and was back at school.
Everything was going fine until one day, Kristen got a call from his principal. She was extremely worried about him already and this situation did not help at all. She quickly drove down to the school and picked him up.
On the drive back, she kept glancing at Y/N through the rearview mirror.
When they arrived at the house, she was too exhausted to address the situation so she just sent the boy to his father.
Y/N stumbled into Phil's room and sat in the chair next to him grumpily.
"You're supposed to be at school," Phil said simply, focusing on his stream.
"I got sent home," Y/N replied, glancing at his watch.
"I can see that. What did you do this time?" The old man asked.
"I may have pulled a knife on someone," Y/N stared at his feet, ignoring eye contact.
"You what?!" Phil seemed to snap back into reality.
"I threatened to attack Jason and Samantha," the teen explained, still avoiding eye contact.
"Aren't they your friends?" Phil was still recovering from the initial shock.
"They made fun of me," Y.N shrugged.
Phil spun his chair to face his son. "Look at me."
Y/N looked up at him guilty.
"You could've killed someone because they laughed at you?" Phil was astonished and so were the viewers.
"I had a panic attack and they were picking on me," Y/N said as if what he did was reasonable.
"That is no reason to threaten someone with a knife!" Phil exclaimed, staring at his son wide-eyed.
"You weren't there! You don't know what happened!" Y/N stood up angrily.
"I know that it's never okay to pull a knife on someone!" Phil stood up as well but there was not much point, the teen was taller than him.
At this point, Kristen had walked in concerned about the shouting that was giving her a horrible headache. When she saw what was happening, she was shocked.
"Don't you dare!" she gasped.
Y/N had a look in his eye. She knew that look. It was a mix of aggression and pent up anger. He was about to do something stupid.
Before anyone could react, Y/N punched his father in a flurry of anger.
"Go to your room!" Phil managed to spit through his heavy breathing.
"Go to hell!" Y/N shouted before he left the house.
After only a few minutes, the police arrived at the door with Y/N and a black eye.
