Price didn't know what to do as he stared at you, crying and throwing things in anger. You were so tired. Tired of people. Tired of pain. Tired of the trauma that haunted you. Tired of life. So damn tired. You didn't know what to do anymore, completely giving up. Your self care had gone down the drain. You had barely eaten. Sleeping all day, staying up all night. Being completely numb. But today, you had finally broke.

You were crying, yelling, and throwing things, just wanting the pain to stop. Price let out a deep exhale, walking over to you. He grabbed you wrist right before you threw a hair brush, causing you to look up at him.

"What the hell are you doing!? I-"

Before you could finish, he pulls you into a hug. You froze, dropping the hairbrush as tears weld up in your eyes. You snuggled into him, letting out sobs.

"Shhh... Shhhh.... It's alright kid, I gotcha..."

Price mumbled into you hair as he held you in a protective grip.