You have always had IED. Ever since you could remember but the thing you were less proud of? You got it from you dad... the same dad you hated calling dad. He was hardly even you father at this point.

Regardless, your anger issues stayed. It wasn't something therapists could stop so you felt with it and joined a drug cartel, your anger would be helpful there.

That's how you met Valeria, she was a cold woman but she had a soft spot for you, and you had one for her. You couldn't get mad at her. Especially because when you did, she'd pull you onto her lap. She knew your past, which is why she had a special drawer of stress balls for you.

It had been a stressful week, you had constantly been breaking stress balls, and Valeria wasn't around all that much. But when she heard you were having another episode when you got mad you popped your last stress ball, she comes running, with all of her stuffed animals she had acquired.

She walks into your room, setting down a large stuffed bear and some other smaller ones. You angrily walk over to them, sitting on her lap and squeezing the poor stuffed animals... "Tell me what's wrong, amada."