John sat at his couch in the dark save for a single lamp light at his side, staring at the lifeless television screen in front of him through measured breaths while a restless finger tapped on his knee, the man quiet with the built-up anger one can only get through prolonged ruminations.
He heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs, followed by his wife's soothing voice. "Dear, come to bed. She's not a kid anymore, let her live her youth."
The fifty-odd man remained silent save for his heavy breathing.
He heard a few more steps and then felt her hands on his shoulders. "I know you're worried, but Kim's a big girl with a good head on her shoulders, just let her be this time."
John chuckled sarcastically. "Oh, she has, has she?" The man unlocked his phone and turned it to his wife with forced restraint, the feed from a social network account on the screen that showed their daughter partying with her friends, each picture more incriminating than the last. "...See this?" He asked, rugged finger dragging on the screen to make the page scroll, getting more agitated as he spoke. "It's not even her account, or one of her friends', but look - there she is, showing all over this son-of-a-bitch! And she's showing
a lot
, Layla, she's showing a whole damned lot!"
There was little that his wife could say as much as she wanted. Kimberly told them she was going out with friends for a little get-together, wearing the nice fit of a jacket, blouse, jeans and sneakers; on the screen, however, she was clearly in a full-blown house party, wearing clothes so revealing, calling them skimpy would quite the understatement! Her jacket, blouse and jeans were nowhere to be found; instead, the girl wore a tight white tank-top that had since turned transparent from all the liquid spilt on it, exposing her perked-up nipples to everyone there, and a pleated mini-skirt so short that half of her bare ass poked out at all times, making her every movement show off the side tie G-string panties that barely hid her modesty, flimsy knots begging to be undone... "
Well, at least she was still wearing her sneakers...
", the woman thought.
Nevertheless, Layla tried to put out that fire, rubbing her husband's chest as she pleaded. "Oh John, we were young too, we'll give her a talk to in the morning."
"Jesus Christ, she's a day over twenty!" The man cut off, voice growing spiteful. "And look at this: serving shots on her belly? Oh, oh, here, look, her tits were still covered here, look what happened!"
"John-."
"No, I'm serious, look!" The man insisted, pressing play on the clip that he swiped into view.
The footage was a bit wobbly as it would be expected, but there in frame knelt Kimberly, red-hot hair pulled into a ponytail, head next to (by the couple's standards) another kid's crotch, shaking her chest while the bastard pumped a beer can in his hands, telling her to beg for it.
"Give it to me! Give me a facial!"
Their daughter shouted on camera.
He told her to beg harder.
"I need it all over me! Please daddy, on my face! On my face, daddy!"
And she sounded sober, which might even make it worse on some level!
A moment later and the boy held the can in front of her face as if it was his dick, cracking it open. The thing practically exploded, blasting Kimberly in the face and chest to the sound of cheers from all over the room, a carbonated shower that was soon followed up on by people that decided to get in on the fun with their own cans, drenching the laughing girl who kept dancing without a care through her shower. When the blasting stopped, the initial boy helped their daughter up and kissed her on the lips, pecking down until he was slurping beer from her perky tits, at which point the video cut off.
"See? That's what she's doing!" John's voice dropped a couple octaves from anger, turning almost into a snarl.
"I-..." Layla tried.
"No, there's nothing you can say. I gave her till midnight, and I'm going to hold myself to it. I know she's out there whoring herself out-"
"Don't say that."
"Damn it, Layla! She's out there, doing God knows what with God knows who, probably without even thinking of protection and you-!.." John stopped himself, putting his phone to the side and taking a deep breath before continuing, slightly more in control of his temper. "Clock hits midnight, I'm out the door gunning for her. She can make live her life and make her mistakes like you said, like she wants, but she'll have to face their consequences as well." This girl was going to be the death of him; his little balding spot was probably all her.
"And how are you even going to find her? She could be-"
"Little dipshits have the party's address on the page." He sighed. Why couldn't she be more like her brother? He had his wild streak around this age too, sure, but he was easy enough to bring around.
*BZZZZ BZZZZ BZZZZZZZ*
, the phone started vibrating. John picked it up.
00:00
He snarl-sighed and got up. "Guess that's it. Go to bed, the drive's gonna take a while." The man instructed as he picked up his keys and wallet on the way his pickup truck, watched by an apprehensive wife who instead stood on the porch, letting out a sigh of her own. She wouldn't even bother to try calling Kimberly, she had done that tonight at least 3 times already, and every time the call was declined all the same; the woman could only do so much.
She lingered a bit there, watching John backing out of the driveway and quickly disappear into the night, bright lights vanishing from his home's sight after the first curve. She noticed he had setup his phone on the dash cradle, definitively not to open the GPS; no, he'd have it showing the app open on the account that kept posting updates. The woman sighed, pulling her phone from her robe pocket and called her daughter for one last try. Two rings and she was sent to voicemail.
Driving faster than he should, John took advantage of the almost non-existent traffic to cut corners whenever he could, his eyes constantly darting between the road and his phone as more and more photos of his daughter kept coming, showing her making out with girls, getting felt by three different sets of hands, and even with her hands inside the zippers of two boys. That one almost made John crash from the swerve it made him do.
And then there was the video. [
ITS REALLY HAPPENING
] the caption read, with the preview shot of some doors. John pressed it.
"EY YO, IT'S REALLY HAPPENING BRO, LOOK LOOK!"
The slurring idiot repeated at least five times as he stumbled through a corridor into a room which had been emptied save for what looked like a double door shed, opening one of them to show pillows on the floor before panning towards the wall where a generous darkened hole had been cut and padded, one which given the height of its placement was meant to comfortably fit a whole male package through.
"I TOLD YOU BRO- I GOT IT JUST LIKE THE ONES DOWN AT THE SHOP YO! JUST LIKE THE-"
John furrowed his eyes as he focused on the screen for a moment, taking a moment to actually register what he was seeing. What the hell was he looking at? Was that a glo-...
A familiar voice giggled from out of frame, gluing the man to the screen
"Alright, fine, FIVE bucks a dick till the end of the night and if you want lower, you get your ass on the booth!"
The camera turned to show Kimberly's grinning face.
"Just be careful that I don't bite!"
