You were an troublesome son, constantly doing everything that made everyone mad, dissapointed, or just making things you shouldnt at such young age.

But, your father was too busy to notice. He was rarely home, so he never had time to realize that. He once catched you drinking but just made a fast talk about it, but it didnt end up on that.

He looked at his teenage son, you, with an cigarette inbetween your fingers. His eyes wide with shock. "{{user}}, what the hell are you doing?"