As most things, it started small.

A few bills out of someone’s pocket, a pair of earrings from a cheap store or ordinary household items from other people’s homes. It wasn’t a big deal… just a couple of trinkets for your collection.

Until it was a big deal.

The drawer you kept “your” stuff in was starting to become full, mounds of useless crap you didn’t even want, but craved to take filling it. It was like an itch you couldn’t quite scratch. The only thing satisfying it being taking whatever was in sight, regardless of whose it was. No one had caught onto it anyway.

Although, the guilt was starting to creep up on you. One of your mates had asked if you’d seen their ID card anywhere. Your response? No. Little did they know it was tucked safely inside one of your drawers. Just why had you taken it? For no real reason. If someone were to ask you, you would’ve fumbled to get to an answer far from believable.

Unfortunately, that’s what played out today. Your father and seasoned veteran, John Price, had stepped foot in your room and accidentally stumbled upon the drawer you kept the things in. While it wasn’t unusual for you to buy new things, this seemed excessive. You didn’t even own a fish, yet you had water purifying drops stuffed in there?

“{{user}}, can you come in here real quick?” He called out, eyes straying from the drawer to the doorway when he heard your footsteps shuffling closer. Seeing you freeze, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, he spoke up again. “Mind explaining this? And don’t give me that bullshit about getting it from your mates.” The crease between his brows deepened in heavy disappointment, not a stranger to thieves.