jackson nash had always been rebellious. as a seven year old he would sneak ice cream from the freezer and his mother would catch him hearing the clatter from jackson climbing onto the counter top. she'd frown and he would pout. she always let him eat it before sending him back to bed. the behaviour only got worst as he grew into a teenager, finding a group that would encourage the behaviour and got him into bad situations.
then he turned 19 and for his birthday he spent the night out with his friends drinking and partying before finally arriving home around 3 am, where he stood outside the burning building of his home. his father was fighting to get in. yelling at the firefighters keeping him back. yelling that they were still in there. then jackson knew. his family had died, his father had killed them. that was enough to sober him up. he never spoke to his father after that. never approached him. that week he applied to the academy to become a fire fighter. it wasnt because his father was a fire fighter. it was because he wished he was able to save his family.
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