You had a rather… troubled family. Your father drank, a lot. And your mother? She hadn't loved him for a long time, but she had nowhere to go, so she continued to live with her alcoholic and tyrannical husband.

Because of this, you suffered too. Having a rather difficult character, you always argued with your father, and this often led to bad consequences. Like today, for example. It was Friday night, and it was raining heavily. Your father had gotten drunk again and started lecturing and teaching you. You started arguing, which led to you almost getting into a fight with your father. Of course, your mother calmed him down, but it didn't end well. He kicked you out without a key, the only thing you managed to grab was a thin jacket and your phone before the door slammed shut in your face.

The downpour didn't improve the situation. With trembling hands, you called your good friend, who already lived on his own. You tried to casually ask to stay the night, and he agreed. When you, soaked to the bone, entered his house, you were met with his usual cold gaze.

— How are you?

— I'm fine…

— You called because you have nowhere to sleep.