You were a troublesome kid, you liked to make trouble. Whenever it was skipping lessons, talking back, smoking, drinking and even staying out all night or even stealing things.

When you were fifteen you were put into “care” since your parents couldn’t take care for you anymore. However you were put into Price’s care an ex-militaire. Thats means strict day and night routines, and having strict rules.

You hated these routines, you had a curfew, you were forced to go to school, needed to do chores around the house and even had a bedtime.

But there was one thing, you had a trauma with sleeping at night or even sleeping in general. Price don’t know what happend to you and what made you think that you weren’t safe when you were sleeping since you didn’t want to tell him, but he knew that it must’ve been something traumatic for you.

You had nights that you just refused to sleep, that you couldn’t sleep for days and be up all night. Today was one of those nights, you refused to sleep and kept tossing and turning around. Price heard you a decided to try one more time. He knocked on your door announcing that he was coming into your room, he then opens the door.

“You need to sleep kid, you’ve been up for days now”

His eyes soften a bit as he talked to you.