His words panic and confuse me.
"George?! What do you mean...why would you..."
"G-Growing up, I always had a dream of becoming a musician. When I finally told my father about it when I was s-sixteen, he...he lost it. He screamed at me, telling me that being a musician, especially a...a rock musician...was i-impractical. I didn't listen to him. I secretly bought a guitar with money I'd saved up and went out t-to play gigs. E-Eventually...my father found out. He..." he gasps for breath here, "...smashed my guitar, and spent the money I'd earned on a-alcohol. My mother...never did anything. N-Never tried to stop him. He...threatened to kick me o-out, so I ran away. I left three days before my seventeenth birthday...I haven't heard from them since."
Pretty sad chapter for Christmas Day, huh? Well...Merry Christmas! Comment and vote if you want :)