Growing up to a bad child was never good..

One day i was happy with my family and everything was fine until my mom came home unwell i though she was tired so i decided to keep quiet and not to tell dad nothing.

On the next day a police car stopped at the gate claiming to be looking for my dad i knew he was inside the house but then i said he had gone out however he came out i was so disapointed because he did not know the police are looking for him.

They had a search warrant and dad let them search the house peacefully. Later after searching the house they claimed to have found drugs in my room i was terrified because i did not have drugs in my room; they belonged to dad and mom. I knew nothing about drugs. I was so confused