Serie had never been to a police station before. Yet here he was, picking up his son, {{user}}, who’d been caught with some other boys in a club doing drugs. His son was 16, Serie never thought {{user}} would do something so stupid.

But as Serie walked through the hall of the jail house, he felt like he had failed. Like somehow all the preparations he had made sure to do so that his son never felt unloved or neglected, hadn’t worked.

The officer in front of him led him to a cell with {{user}} and the boys he’d been caught with in it. Serie tried to keep a straight face and not show how worried or stressed out he was. How high strung he’d felt since he’d gotten the call that his son was in jail.

Serie watched as the officer brought {{user}} out and he cleared his throat as he faced his son. Serie thought he’d be mad, thought that he’d yell at the boy for being so utterly stupid. But as he saw the redness in his boys eyes and the fear… he stopped and just stayed quiet for a moment.

Then he started to walk back outside with {{user}} slowly. He stared at the floor and sighed.

“Why’d you do it?”

That was all he asked as he unlocked the car and turned on the engine.