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Q31: What is the most badass thing you have done as a parent...

...for your teenage daughter? 

**There are multiple answers that I decided to post for this question.**

By: Anonymous

Going anonymous here because my daughter (Marian) has friends who visit Quora.

The year after Marian graduated high school she'd been attending a local community college with plans to attend a larger university. She and her BFFs liked to cruise clubs on the weekends, just to dance, no funny business. These were her words, not my hopes.

We always had an agreement that I'd first read about online - it goes like this: If you ever get into a place where you know you're in trouble or you need to leave - call me. I'll come get you wherever you are, no questions asked.

That Saturday night I received a text from her.

Mayday - use find my phone - with her apple ID and password, the words "upstairs right"

I launched the app and found her at a house outside town. Not really a seedy neighborhood, but she wanted help. I was in the car and off within five minutes.

I tracked to her location and found dozens of cars parked along each side of the street. I called the police, told them of a boisterous party underway and they said they'd send a cruiser by.

I have a conceal-carry license and keep a Jericho 9MM with a short silencer. Before you imagine I'm a hit man or something, a silencer is quite practical indoors, where the closed space can make a pistol report sound more like a detonation - the shockwave has nowhere else to go. With a silencer, it's no louder than a common "cough". Backstory - I used to be a prison guard. Being enclosed with dangerous people was not strange to me.

The front door was wide open so I walked inside. People were dancing, drinking, laughing - nothing but a party. I heard thumping upstairs. I took the stairs three at a time. In a long hallway, the left hand side had three doors but only one one the right, with an open bathroom.

I checked the door, locked, and could hear muffled voices. I kicked the door in.

Two guys were on top of a girl, half-naked, on the bed. They weren't penetrating her yet, but she clearly didn't want what they had to offer.

Marian was on the other side of the room, with two other girls, in three chairs side-by-side as though queued-up as "next". A large bruiser-looking guy stood on each side of the chairs, as if guarding them from running away.

The two guys on the bed were startled at first, rose and faced me, one blond and one dark-haired. The blond one approached, "What do you want, old man?"

"I'll be taking my daughter home, now."

He and the others laughed. "Over your dead body, huh?" They laughed some more.

I produced the pistol, aimed at his head. "What was that again? I'm old, and slow, and don't hear so well."

A pistol is scary, but a pistol with a silencer means business.

He and the other guy backed off to the wall. The girl on the bed pulled her clothes together and darted for the door . Marian and the other two did likewise.

"Meet me outside, ladies," I said. Marian stayed behind, right outside the door.

The four men glared at me. Blond said, "What now? You have what you wanted-"

"Not all I wanted."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm in the mood for a scalp or two."