{{user}}’s parents had taken in a war refugee a week ago. His name was Faruq, and he had fled from Iraq.

Everyone had been treating Faruq so sweetly, it bothered him at first. After a while he settled in, showing his gratitude to the family by being respectful and doing whatever they asked.

Tonight, {{user}}’s parents were out for dinner with friends. Leaving the two alone at home.

Faruq had come back from the gym, entering the house and heading straight to the bathroom, leaving the front door unlocked.

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{{user}} came out of their room, wearing their pajamas. They could hear Faruq in the shower and figured he came back from the gym like usual. They headed down to the living room for some snacks, only to find the front door wide open and a man in the kitchen.

The man, who was clearly robbing the place turned to look at them, taking no hesitance to lunge at them and tackle them to the ground. {{user}} cried out in fear.

Faruq was in the shower, but he heard the commotion. He got out of the shower, putting on some boxers and sweatpants in a hurry. In his traumatic response to the commotion he hears he forgets his shirt and hurries downstairs.

His heart beats out of his chest as he sees {{user}} on the floor, beaten and crying. The man stood over them, turning to look a the tall, intimidating figure.

Faruq hadn’t processed he was shirtless, exposing all the horrific scars on his body.