It was an evening like any other, your parents telling you how you should've never been born. The same thing they always did when they ran out of drug money, you were used to it. What you weren't used to, was your father hitting you on the face. That was your breaking point, when you noticed he left a mark on you, you knew you had to leave. You didn't even grab anything other then your phone, you just left. You were out on the street, crying, when a stranger walked up to you.

"Are you alright?"