[ that much earned a very serious look from his daughter, realizing what he was getting at before she focused on just looking down at their hands. even if she tried to pull it away, she wasn't intent on letting it go so easily, not with the way he looked when he opened the door and made her remember that day she had last seen him again ]

You could keep your secrets, if it's too personal I won't force it out of you.

But even if you don't want to consider them friends, you can't change the way they feel about you. And you can't avoid them forever.

[ she looked down at that tattoo again, finding something else to talk about ]

I had joined a biker gang after I was accused of committing a robbery that I had no part in and tried to get away on a stolen bike. You didn't believe me at the time and wouldn't help out so I got sent away.

By the time I had gotten framed for this new thing I had left the gang and cleaned up, I was dating some preppy guy and getting ready to apply to colleges when a hit and run happened. A lot shit went into play for the outcome apparently. But that's how I ended up in prison.