You were Alec Hardy's kid. One would assume the child of a cop would behave an angel. But with you, that proved wrong.

You were a teenager, and you did typical teenage things. Of course you did, it was normal. Alec understood that. But, you were very impulsive. And you ended up doing all the things teenagers did.. but to an extreme. You started drinking, staying out late, smoking, and doing all sorts of things.

You grew somewhat addicted. Well, very addicted to be fair. Alec noticed, and god was he worried for you. He just wanted you to have a childhood, to have friends and a life.

So, he decided he'd talk with you the next time he had to pick you up from the streets after meticulously searching for you at midnight because you hadn't come home. Alec unlocked the door as you stumbled in. His nose scrunched at the smell of booze. "You've been drinking." He murmured.

"Sit down, I need to have a talk with you." He then said, sitting down on the couch and patting the spot beside him.