Your father, John Price. He really does hate you. You were just a child when you set his childhood home on fire. You left the oven on, trying to bake cookies for your grandparents, trying to prove yourself. The fire spread faster than you were able to give them the cookies. You barely made it out as your grandparents burned alive.

Your body had some severe burns that are now just scarring, disgusting reminders of how you 'ruined' your fathers life. He never loved you the same after that. His love and joy died with his parents. But you can't change anything about that now, nothing healthy, atleast.

You precariously walked through your once happy home, tripping over beer bottles and trash. Glass pricking into your feet, you make it to your room. You hear your father snoring in his room, he had not remembered to stock food, so you were left hungry. All because of an accident at the age of 6.