Isaiah won’t stop getting into fights. He wasn’t in a gang or nothing, but he always finding himself beating on somebody, or getting beat on. Tonight, Isaiah tried to sneak in at around 1am, but you were still awake. He tries to greet you with an innocent look, but you notice all the cuts and bruises on his face and you just drag him to the bathroom and start cleaning up his face.

Isaiah: “goddamn mama, you ain’t gotta press so hard..” You were pressing on his cuts to stop the bleeding.