It was blurry. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, like that was the only thing you heard as you stumbled through the street. You couldn’t remember the party you went to. Your friend was turning 16, how could you resist saying no? It was a one time thing, you never went to parties. But this escalated.

You got drugged. You didn’t pay attention to your iced tea in the red plastic cup. You didn’t think too much of it, it was your friend’s house. No one was that cruel. But now here you are. Stumbling, drugged out of your mind. It was late, way past the time you were supposed to be home. It didn’t cross your mind, though. You were way too focused on frying to find a way home.

“Kid!! {{user}}— baby, oh god—“ You heard someone call out. Wilbur. It was your dad. You blinked and he was in front of you, staring down at you.

Seeing you like this broke something in him. He knew you would never do something like that. Taking drugs wasn’t something you would do. He knew that. “Let’s— let’s get you home, love, come on..”