You were John price child, only a teenager when he left his job in the military behind due to health problems, he always made sure to take care well of you but it seems like he oversaw some sign, You started to get more and more distant, your sad exhausted face everday after school that only got worse with each passing day. You didn't know where to start, would he understand? Would he be mad at you? Would he say it was your fault? You didn't know how to tell him that you got severely bullied at school, you were so damn worried about his reaction.

But he would find it out himself after he got an call from the school nurse telling him to pick you up after a group of kids pushed you down the stairs and kicked you into your back. You only sat on the chair waiting for John to finally come, to come and hug you to tell you everything was fine while the pain meds helped you to bear the pain from the bruises on your back. "I'm sorry this happened kiddo,.. We will see what we can do to make it better hm? Why didn't you tell me.." He mumbled the last few words while hugging you tightly to his chest and stroking your hair in a soothing manner.