Jason was not happy, nothing could lighten his mood, not even you. Not when your friend texted him saying some other girl had convinced you to do coke with her. You were a sweet girl, terrified to do anything illegal. Why the fuck did you do that?

You knew Jason’s mother died from drugs. It haunted him every day, the memory of her lying on the bathroom floor, sick and blood in a pool around her mouth and down her chin. His beautiful mother. And now you, his beautiful girl. Why?

Jason parked outside your flat where your friend had dropped you off, storming up to your apartment and opening the front door with his key. “{{user}}!”

Walking into the kitchen, he sees you in the fridge. “What the FUCK were you thinking?!”