"Get out of here, you scum!!!" your mother screamed, barely able to stand from the amount of alcohol she'd consumed. The floor was littered with books, shards of dishes and mirrors, things, even the remains of a chair, Everything your parents threw at you while they were drunk. Until you were 16, they were angels, but then something happened and you forgot what parents meant.

You locked yourself in your room, afraid to come out, Your eyes burned with tears. There was no love left in this house. Your only salvation was Chan, your boyfriend. You've been together for over a year and he's the only one who cares about you besides your close friends. You knew that if you told Chan that something was going on, he would worry and come for you to take you home. But was it necessary...?