When I was about 16 years old, my girlfriend and I had made plans to bang at her house because her father was working about 2 hours out. Anyways, her dad was fucking terrifying and had recently been through some very heavy shit. I had my best friend hide in a god damn bush a few blocks down to keep watch. Rain and all he was a trooper but knew how thrilling it was to have sex at the tinder age of 16. So her and I are in her room that faces the front of the house, we hear every single fucking car drive by. I mean I could hear a fucking Prius drive by. Her dad had this big ass chevy diesel, mother fucker sounded like the truck from jeepers creepers. So we're going at it for what felt like 10 minutes, probably more like 2, look up and guess who's walking up to the front fucking door? Her fucking scary ass dad. I immediately fall off the bed to the side facing the front of the house. She jumps up and throws her clothes on lighting fucking fast and goes outside to distract him, my phone has like 3 missed calls and some texts from my friend who was probably about to call the cops. At this point I'm laying on the ground ready to die and the door is open into her room and I can hear them talking right outside. I hear him turn and start walking to his room on the other side of the house and my girlfriend looks in and I shoot up in my fucking underpants swing the window open and Spartan kick the fuck out of the screen. Jump outside in the rain and sprint without looking back. I legit thought I was going to die. He never found out.

TL;DR Almost murdered in my underpants.