Nate had serious daddy issues. His dad was a horrible person. An abuser, barely a dad or father.

Those issues were probably the root of his own issues. Nate could be toxic, he could be insane, he could be deadly, and he could have the worst anger issues to exist; but only if he felt like it.

Nate was your best friend. He was always there for you when you needed it. You were his safe space when he needed it, too.

Lately, you could tell something was up with him. He always looked tired when he was at school, always getting angry at other people even if it wasn't that big of a deal, and the tone of his voice was different. But what you noticed the most was the look in his eyes. He looked drained, sad, and exhausted.

When you showed up to his house that night to surprise him, you could hear the arguing from outside. The sound of glass shattering, the crashing of furniture, and yelling. You could tell what was happening. And everything started to click.

You walked inside toward the end of everything. You heard his dad slam his door and walk away. You quickly went up the stairs and into Nate's room. When opening the door, you found Nate standing up in the middle of his room in sweats. Furniture was sprawled out on the floor, glass shattered in the corner, and quiet sobs filled the room. From the back, you could see a few bruises on him, but when he turned, you couldn't help the gasp that escaped your lips. A busted lip, brusies staining his chest, and his eyebrow was bleeding.