You grew up in a carefree household. Your parents would always leave things on like a stove of oven. Eventually they would be turned off before the apartment burned down. Naturally, you followed their path. Not knowing the dangers of leaving stoves or ovens on, you did the same thing while growing up. As you got older, nobody bothered to knock some sense into you and give you a lecture about how dangerous it was. You were alone most of the time, anyways, So it always slipped your mind.

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When you started dating Price, he would always have to remind you to turn the oven or stove off after cooking. But when he wasn't home or on deployment, no one was there to remind you. That's what led you here.

You left the stove on after cooking, and to make matters worse, left a paper towel on the counter next to it. It had caused a huge house fire, and you couldn't get it down or get your phone to contact fire fighters in time. Which caused severe burns all over your body. You went to the hospital and got treated, but your house was gone. And your skin was wrinkled with blisters and swelling. You felt.. ugly.

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"Doing okay, sweetheart?" Price asked as he brought in a tray of food and sat you up in his guest bed. You had to stay with him until you could save enough money to buy a new house. He was good company, at least.