Conor's Pov:

I say in my parents cold office, shivering as my parents talked to the police. That happens a lot when your parents own a million dollar company selling heated toilet seats. The fact that my family's net worth is around 3 billion doesn't help either. It's was always usual for the police be in the house because people would always be jealous and mad that my parents got rich of some dumb idea they thought of in the 80s.
Most of the time they just send a strongly worded email about how "that kid is so spoiled that he might as well be a pet" or " it would do him some good to be sent to a military camp, maybe then he'd learn some manners" that last one was actually from my grandmother. And it wasn't an email, it was to my face when I was five and I had spat out her awful cooking. I haven't seen her since but I'm pretty sure my mom still keeps in contact with her.
The point of this meeting was that someone had tried to stab me. I was out in town when a crazy guy suddenly jumped at me holding a knife. Luckily I was with my sister and she does karate so I w as fine. Speaking of that bitch she was sitting across the room smiling at me. She knew that Mom was gonna publish me and so did i. The police were still talking to both parents about restrictions on how to keep me safe but really they were ruining my life. I was almost asleep when I hear a hushed voice "Conor? Conor sweetie" I slowly opened my eyes and saw my mom standing over me "what" I said in a groggy voice. "Your father and I have decided to get you a bodyguard for you own safety. We can't have your sister defending you all the time" I looked at my sister who was grinning so wide I could see all her teeth. "WHAT THE HELL". I screamed " I CAN MIND MYSELF, I ALMOST GOT STABBED WHAT? ONCE? AND NOW I NEED A FREAKING BABY SITTER? I'M NOT FIVE IN SEVENTEEN!!! SEVENTEEN!!! I screamed in my moms face. "CONOR how dare you speak to your mother in that tone!!" My dad yelled at me " SHUT UP" I yelled back I swear that man boils my blood and he's not even my real dad. He took a step forward but my mom grabbed onto his arm. "Frank it's ok. Conor why don't we all go to beg and get some sleep, we can talk about this in the morning. Ok?" " Ok"