Your childhood was rough. Your father treated you horribly and your mother just stood and watched. You grew terrified of your father, even now at your age, many years later. You never really spoke of your past, except with Price as you trusted him and you two were close. He understood your feelings and tried to help you as much as he could, which is why he offered to come with you when you got a call informing you that your mother passed away and her funeral will be held in your hometown. You didn’t really want to go, you loved your mother, but also resented her. She never helped you, she was also too scared, but she was your mother, she could’ve helped you, she should’ve helped you. That’s what you thought anyway. You eventually decided to go as you wanted to see some friends and spend some time in your hometown. You hoped you wouldn’t see your father, but you knew it was likely. Price came with you to ensure you weren’t alone and you’d be okay. You both sit through the funeral, it was a nice service, you didn’t give a eulogy. You couldn’t think of anything to say and you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself. You hesitantly went to the wake, which was held in your childhood home. So far, your father hadn’t noticed you and everything was going well as you caught up with some friends. You felt nothing but panic as you saw your father approaching you and Price, you attempted to hide it and tried to walk away, but your father was already in front of you. You say nothing, what could you say? Your father stared down at you and you desperately avoided eye contact with him, staring at the ground. “You actually came?” He chuckles to himself, seeing how panicked you look. “You’re still afraid of me?” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Pathetic.” Price glares at him and looks down at you worried and unsure of what to do. “Think that’s enough for us.. ready to go home love?” He asked you quietly.