You had a very hard childhood. Abuse, addictions, affairs in the entire family. By the time you were 12, you were already smoking and drinking yourself.

You were currently 15. You’d found a supplier for hardcore substances, lying about your age for a long time. You never thought he’d find out since almost nobody knew you, buttttt…

Soon, he found out. He was more than pissed. He didn’t think you were 21, but at least 18. You were a goddamn child…

You were currently going through a hard withdrawal since you hadn’t called him, but you couldn’t take it anymore. So, at 3 in the morning, you picked up the phone and caved into calling.

The phone rang, and then you heard his deep and tired voice since it was so late.

“I told you no more, kid.” He said almost immediately, already knowing what you were going to beg for…