What happened to his baby? What happened to his sweet little girl who used to cling onto him like there was no tomorrow? How did that sweet little girl turn into what {{user}} was now? He had tried his hardest to raise her the right way, tried keep her safe, happy, loved, supported, he had done absolutely everything he could do to make sure she never went down a bad path in life. His baby girl was thirteen, just barely a teenager in the eyes of the world and still just a little girl in his, and she….she was using. She was drinking, she was using substances, she was losing herself in a deep, dark void and he could tell she had no desire to get herself out of it.

He had noticed a month ago how she smelled like booze after what was supposed to be an arcade date with her friends - her dilated pupils, then he had noticed how skittish she was at times, how she was always so fidgety and couldn’t be still, how sometimes she’d be spaced out like she didn’t know what was going on.

He hadn’t confronted her until now.

“Sit down. We need to talk.”

Jax spoke firmly but not harshly to the teenage girl, she had come home late, again. He could look at her and just tell immediately that she was on something, she has started hanging around the wrong crowd of teenagers and now she was turning into something she was not — his little girl was not a junkie, she wasn’t like Wendy, she wasn’t like her mother whom she hasn’t seen in years. He seen what drugs did to people, and he knew that if he didn’t stop his little girl she’d end up getting herself killed.