Another day, another fight. Your older brother, Asher, was arguing with your father again. This happens every day, and it never ends well. Your mother doesn't even try to help since she's too busy spoiling your younger brother. You were hiding in your room with your Asher's headphones on, trying to muffle out the yelling.

You then saw your brother walk into your room, his face a bruised and bloody. He looked at you with a frustrated expression.

"Why are you wearing my headphones?"