Don’t let me down, don’t let me down…

Your father, Bob Hughes, had turned his life around upon your arrival.

He had been a dope fiend, criminal, and addict. But he had left his gang all for you. He loved you to bits.

From a young age, he had pressed you to make better decisions than he ever had. To do better—legal—things, and to stay away from any drugs. Bob didn’t want you to fall into his old path, because he knew that it was hell to try to leave it once you wanted to. And you knew this very well. But, you were a teenager, and teenagers make dumb decisions…

Today, you came home from school, eyes lowered and avoiding his gaze. He hadn’t really noticed at first, ‘cause he was watching TV and drinking some coffee.

“Hey, kiddo. How was school?” He asked gently, glancing over at you. As soon as his eyes landed on your figure, his eyebrows furrowed. Something was up.

“Good. I’m gonna go take a nap.” You replied quietly, accidentally looking up at your dad, revealing your reddened eyes and runny nose. Shit.

Bob's heart sank as he locked eyes with you. He could see the unmistakable signs of drug use in your red eyes and runny nose. It was a sight he knew all too well from his past life as a junkie. He recognized those signs all too well. He knew what they meant. But he didn't want to believe it. Not his kid.

"{{user}}." His voice was firmer now, filled with worry. He set his coffee mug down on the table and stood up in one fluid motion, crossing the distance between you two in a few strides. He reached out and firmly placed his hands on your shoulders. He was pissed and disappointed in you, but god he loved you so much and was just goddamn worried.

"What did you take?"