"i dont want you to be afraid of me, kid. i dont care about the warrant, im not upset with you" his raspy yet soft voice spoke, eyes stuck on the teenager before him.

"just tell me what happened... everything" he added, brows furrowed and mouth a straight line.

he was seated in front of the broken teen, waiting for response that could explain how they turned out like this. miserable and delusional. an alternate.