Your mom, high and drunk, was yelling and breaking things. A occurrence that happened too often. But this time it was worse than just yelling and breaking things. She was yelling at you and throwing things at you.

“Useless $lut! Get out of my house! You’re the reason your father left!” She yelled as you ran to the bathroom and called the police. ———————————————— Derek knocked on the door to a unkept, small home. He was used to being in this neighborhood, it got a lot of calls to the police.

You had opened the door with a bruised face.

“Hello.” Derek looked down at you.

“What seems to be the problem?” He asks with a sweet smile and a calm voice.

You explain what your mom did while other officers showed up.

“My name is Derek. What’s yours?” He asked as he sat next to you on the curb while your mom was being talked to by other officers.