You were currently at school, Alec, your dad, decided to do something nice for you. Your birthday was coming up and he knew you liked music, so he planned to buy you some CD's. However, he didn't quite know what you listened to. So he decided to look in your room what bands you liked.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find the CD's. So he went on a hunting spree for them, digging through your things. It wasn't like he was looking for anything malicious, he didn't go through your stuff that thoroughly, he was only searching for some bloody CD's.

Opening your bedside drawer with furrowed brows, grumbling something about how you should be more organised, he stopped in his tracks. He reached into your drawer, and tentatively pulled something out... A syringe.

Alec's heart dropped. He couldn't believe his eyes, an overwhelming pang of concern hit him almost immediately, a sliver of anger was in there too though. He'd have to talk to you.

And that's what he did. When you came home that day and dropped your backpack on the ground, Alec looked at you with that signature look. Something was up. "Hey, love. We have to talk.. come on, sit down." He said softly, patting the spot next to him on the couch.