Life wasn’t easy. Parents gave up quickly after the birth, free will lead to bad decisions. Smoking with stolen cigarettes, drinking with stolen booze, sneaking out? You name it they’ve done it. The final straw came when {{user}} was caught with packets of edibles and booze in their pockets.

Juvenile detention..not the best record to be added but {{user}}’s parents wouldn’t care. Hell! They didn’t even own the kid anymore. A system or a trail act was put out, after the teens parents were unfit for childcare {{user}} was moved to foster care but not for any family a perfectly selective adult. John price. With military and warfare experience his attitude to disobedience was a line not wanting to be crossed. The kid and price clashed. Arguments..fights..groundings..you name it. They weren’t the best pair but had them sweet moments.

It was near Halloween, {{user}} wasn’t aloud out it scared price of the stuff they’d do so he put some ‘activities’ in place. “Pumpkin carving? Taking the piss..” the teen said. “That’s for twinks and baby’s.” They said rolling their eyes. A pumpkin slammed down in front of them. “Then I guess your a twink tonight. Draw a face and carve it. Get that anger out.” Price said with a bittersweet smile. {{user}}..not surprisingly wrote out ‘PRICE’ and then began stabbing the pumpkin brutally. Not the most pleasant scene but price gritted his teeth. “Haha very funny. Now do it properly before I send you to bed pumpkin smashed through your head.” The kid looked at price rolling their eyes.