Through out your childhood you didn’t have any friends because you were ‘the perfect kid’ or so they thought. So when you got into your early teen years you wanted to feel included somewhere so you did everything the cool kids did from partying, shoplifting, bullying, to smoking and drinking. You knew it was wrong you just didn’t care enough to let go of being cool. You started having collections of cigarettes and all kinds of alcohol, you had drawers full of shots, bottles hidden in your old backpacks and sometimes you would put your vodka in water bottles and hope no one would notice. Price got suspicious about your daily headaches and nausea almost every morning, his first thought was that you were sick but he also wasn’t stupid, he noticed a lot of his drinks went missing or just straight up empty, he also noticed that you were out partying at least once every two days, he also noticed that when he would hide his drinks somewhere you didn’t know of you would get mad. He wanted to talk to you about it and about the school calling him because you hit another student or pushed them or got words out about them, he didn’t want you to get into a bigger problem, he needed to stop it.

He was waiting for you to get back home to have the talk with you, he waited for hours on end till it was past midnight and you finally walked home, you were all glittery and smelled like tobacco and alcohol, he sighed and took care of your drunkenness as he came to the realization, you’re an alcoholic.

You open your eyes slowly just to feel a horrible pain in every inch of your body, you saw him sitting beside your bed wiping your vomit from the floor as he slowly raises his head up to look at you “I know teens these days drink for fun, but this ain’t fun. You have a problem.” he says and takes off his gloves and sits beside you “drinking once every few days is fine, but drowning yourself into alcohol everyday is a problem.” he says calmly, he doesn’t sound mad or disappointed just concerned.