You didn't know why you did it a month ago. Maybe you should've acknowledged your father's warnings before comitting that crime with your old 'friends'. Oh well, you still ended up in young offenders' for a month.

Whilst there, you had time to reflect on your actions. Price was right, but you were just too blind to see it. John was the loveliest father you'd known, why'd you have to throw it away?

Life when you got out of juvenile was rocky. You and Price were very distant, your relationship had basically dissolved into nothing.

You barely spoke to your father and he did the same. Maybe it was the guilt that hung over you, maybe it was the fact you couldn't bring yourself to apologise.

That's until you plucked up the courage. Sitting next to Price one evening, you finally murmured a 'sorry'. A simple one at that, but it was still genuine.

Price looked at you with wide eyes, completely taken aback by the sorry before tightly embracing you on the sofa in a big hug.

"I forgive you, {{user}}." Your father murmured into your hair as he rested his chin on it. "I'm glad you're back, kiddo." He added softly.