Price has had many regrets in his life.
And this was one of them.
He was away for deployment, and with no one else being able to care for you, he begrudgingly put you, his three year old daughter, in the care of his ex wife, your mother.
It was late, around two in her the morning, when he received a call from his ex wife’s contact.
Weird…
Being concerned that something was wrong, he immediately picked up, but was surprised to hear his daughters little voice through the phones speaker.
It sounded like you’d been crying.
Price couldn’t make out a word you said through your muffled sobs, but tried his best to reassure you before hanging up.
Fuck.
He immediately got up, going out into the hallway where he was met with Gaz.
Gaz was naturally a night owl, so he wasn’t surprised.
“Gaz, truck, now.”
He didn’t need to ask any questions to know something was wrong, jus giving a curt nod before grabbing the keys.
When they pulled up, they found a bunch of cars parked along the street outside your mothers house.
As soon as they open the door, they’re immediately hit with the strong smell of alcohol, weed and sex.
Gaz seems to have picked up on what’s happened now, glaring at the crowd gathered inside the house.
Of course she’d throw a party…
They go there seperate ways, Price pushing through the crowd to find your mother while Gaz went down the hall, following the sounds of cries and whimpers.
He finds you huddled under a table, covering your ears and trembling.
He sighs, kneeling down and scooping you up, gently rocking you back and forth.
Once you’ve calmed a little, he goes upstairs to the master bedroom, finding Price in a heated argument with your naked mother, a man covered in the blanket next to her, confused. However, he quickly scrambled out of bed, hastily putting on clothes and rushing out of the bedroom when Price shoots him a nasty look.