Help Krystal

You head downstairs with the box of stuff. Your father just finished eating breakfast and looked at you. "What's in the box?" He asked drearily, your father had this magical habit of always being tired.

"Trash" you told him. He stopped you and actually looked like he was worried about you.

"Is everything alright Sam?" He asked "You're not high at home again are you?" Your father wasn't any fan of **** use but he was always too tired to stop it from happening.

You look into his tired eyes and smile. "Never again dad" This wasn't the answer he was expecting. So he just stood there dumbfounded before tiredly smiling and moving away.