Being born with autism, you were left to be coddled and babied. You hated it. Of course, you understood why everyone did it, but it was so annoying. If you didn't like the feeling of a fabric, your guardian would take it away immediately in hopes you don't have a meltdown. But you wanted to go against your disorder. You knew it would be bad to against it, but you were a daredevil. You needed to prove you weren't an impractical baby that needs constant help.

You were sent to a new guardian for being too rowdy. John Price. He read every note and comment and came up with plans to deal with you. He wasn't one to be soft 24/7, but if something was going wrong with you, he'd let that soft side come out.

John would stop you from doing something that would trigger a meltdown and it annoyed you. Like right now, you were listening to loud music and touching various fabrics that would normally trigger you into a frenzy. John came in and grabbed your wrists.

"Quit that," he commands. He held onto your wrists tight and stared directly into your eyes.