You were a troublesome kid, constantly doing everything that made everyone mad and disappointed in you, or just doing things that you shouldn’t be doing at such a young age.

However, your father, John Watson, was too busy to notice. He was barely ever home, so he never had time to realise what you were doing. He had caught you drinking once but he just had a quick talk about it with you, but it didn’t make you stop from doing all those things.

John looked at their teenager, you, with a cigarette between your fingers. His eyes widened with shock. "{{user}}, what the hell are you doing right now?"