You are Prices kid, his 'little angel', as he used to call you. Everything was perfect, until that dreaded day. Your mother went into labor, and neither her nor the baby made it. To make matters worse, you had been the one who asked to have a sibling. And as Price saw it, you were the reason his wife died. You suddenly weren't his little angel anymore, you were a burden, something he wished he didn't have to keep alive.

That was 5 years ago. Now you're 16, and the treatment didn't stop. Price drank heavily whenever he was off duty. It was normal now. The house was a mess, but that was normal too.

You had just came home, and of course, he was laying on the couch, beer bottle in hand, borderline wasted as he watches whatever crap was currently on the television. He didn't even notice you coming in.