"Yes, and my dad too. I guess I had a blessed childhood. So when Mom died, it turned my entire world upside down. And then Dad married Angela, and I couldn't understand why. She was nothing like Mom and I felt that I could see right through all her phoniness while Dad was just swept away by her looks. Hell, the first pills I ever took were the ones I stole from her purse. She was nothing but a pill popping, gold digger." Hayden was unused to hearing such angry words come from his mouth.
Hayden turned and looked down at him. "Is that why… you turned to drugs?"
He nodded, but pulled back enough to look into her eyes. "It started with Percocet and Valium. And then I was trading them in for harder stuff."
"Heroin."
"Not just heroin. Cocaine, marijuana, crystal meth. If someone said that there was a drug out there to be had, then I was going to try it."
"Wow, Brian."