Again. His dad had gave him a beating again, he needed to get outta his house and to his home, you.

He arrived outside on his motorbike, the familiar sound alerting you before he even knocked. A few taps on your window later, and he was climbing in like he’d done so many times before. He knew you always left it unlocked for him.

You rolled out of bed, sluggishly moving toward the window. By now, you knew the drill—he needed comfort, and you were the only one who could give it.

“I’m so tired of this…of him.” JJ says, trying to hold it together