Hey guys thanks heaps for the support! This is my first fan fic ever n I really appreciate u guys encouraging me! I know its been kinda dark, n these next few chapters might be as well, but the romance is coming I swear!

Jack walked into Troy's room at 9am to wake him for training, because he had played so badly the day before. Troy, of course, wasn't in his room, so Jack assumed he would be at Chad's and decided to ring. It turned out that the whole team was at Chad's, bar Troy, and no one had any idea where he might be. Jack was furious, but not wanting to waste a Sunday, told Chad and the team to head over to his house for an extra training session.

Troy awoke to someone lifting him up off the grass. His head was killing him, and every muscle in his body ached. He wasn't aware of anything around him until two policemen had him in his car and were asking for his address. 'God,' Trot thought, 'I can't speak or ill throw up.' Slowly and awkwardly he mumbled: "1882 Gerard Avenue, North Albuquerque." As the car moved off, he fell back into an uneasy sleep, and had already forgotten where he was.

By 10:30am, Jack had the team training hard on his backyard court. Chad had a lovely colourful bruise on his cheekbone, which he was delighted to inform the coach, came from Troy. If Troy wasn't in trouble with Jack already, he was sure in for it now.

The doorbell rang, and Jack yelled out to whoever it was to come around the side, assuming it was Troy. Well, he was half right. The gate opened and all action in the backyard ceased as two grim looking policemen walked through, carrying a passed out Troy between them. Needless to say, it was not a pretty site, and absolutely INFURIATED Jack.

"Is this your son?" One of the policemen asked in a fairly judgemental way.

"Troy?" Jack asked in disbelief, to which Troy replied merely with an angry grunt.

"Yeah, just leave him here."

The policemen tried to steady Troy as they put him on his feet.

"Thanks officers."

"I'm afraid not. Troy was found in a public park in South Albuquerque in possession of copious amounts of the illegal drug, Heroine. While we haven't tox-screened him to ensure how much he has injected, his actions are contrary to the law and we have charged him with a $300 fine." One of the policemen handed Jack some paperwork. "It must be paid in the next 48 hours. Also, as he is a minor I feel obligated to point out to you, as his father and seemingly his coach, that we found these on his person."

He handed Jack a small orange bottle. "This particular drug is named: 'Duo Forte Dexamphetamine.' They excessively strong amphetamines, performance-enhancing drugs, which aren't legal in most states of this country, including out own. However, from this point on he is under your supervision and we not obligated to monitor his further actions, but we do suggest you keep an eye on him, and watch for any sudden mood or personality changes, which may suggest a larger drug problem than just a one nighter. Have a pleasant day." The policemen shook hands with Jack, and then left.

Jack couldn't believe it. Heroine? Amphetamines? He didn't want to believe it. No, he wouldn't believe it. His star son had no problems. He was probably just trying to have a good night… too good a night… being brought home by the police? No, it had to be a one shot. It better have been a one shot. It must have been he was sure… he was sure of something else too: he was FURIOUS! A $300 fine! Troy would have no allowance until the next century. And he was grounded till he was 30.

Jack walked over to Troy and shook him.

"Heroine? Amphetamines? Troy, what were you thinking!"

Troy let out a disinterested grunt and mumbled something which sounded much like: "What's it to ya?" and then simply rolled over and passed out again.

Jack was disappointed, no worse, ashamed of Troy and his actions. To embarrass himself and his father publicly and in front of his team. Jack couldn't bare to look at him any longer. He picked Troy up and carried him to his bed, then went to the laundry and explained what had just happened to his wife. Then he just went outside and continued training the team, as though nothing had happened: he had to show the team that he wasn't worried and there wasn't a problem.

Mrs Anna Bolton was a wonderful women, and wise beyond her years. She worked a great deal of the time so she didn't see as much of Troy as her husband did. However, she did get the benefit of seeing Troy from a wider view than her husband did, and was also able to see Jack and Troy's relationship from an outside perspective. Having watched Jack push Troy so hard for so many years, she knew he would rebel one day, but she had hoped that he would not do it in this way, nor did she think this rebellion would come so soon.

She went up to Troy's room with a bowl of water and a hand towel. She walked in and saw him sleeping on his bed. He looked so peaceful; she wondered what was really going on inside his head. She moved over to the window and shut the blinds, then returned to his bed and began to dab his brow with the damp cloth. She couldn't help but think of all the times she had done this for him when he was younger, on days when he was sick or simply overwhelmed with his father's constant pushing. He would let her take care of him and tell her everything that was ailing him. But he was too old for that now it seemed, at least to him, and she had been replaced by another coping mechanism: drugs.

Troy didn't wake that night at all, his body was in a well-needed deep sleep.