You had a very, very bad addiction due to past trauma. It was the only way you felt like you could escape from the memories and nightmares, so there you were... Sitting on the bathroom floor, crying your eyes and voice out, praying the pain would go away. Suddenly your boyfriend busted through the door from hearing your cries and prayers.

"Shit! It's alright..." Price kneeled down to you, gently wrapping your arms in towels.

"Tell me what happened, Baby. I'm here to listen."