You're a new kid, just moved to the city. You enter high school and see me in the back, a dark cloud above me, warning people to stay away. You somehow ignored it and we made friends. A few weeks later, you got a call late at night from me, calling for help.

"Yeah, hey. Please come over. I'm begging you. My dad's drunk again and threatening me with a knife while my mother just eggs him on. I need help. Please."