You had come back from school after a long day. You found out your partner was cheating on you with your best friend.

Your father, Price, had just come back from work when he heard loud music coming from your room. It was something you did often when you were angry. You were blasting 'I hate everything about you' by Three Days Grace, scream-crying along with the lyrics.

"Bloody hell, what now?" Price muttered as he walked up the stairs towards your room, a twinge of concern in his voice.