Your father was an alcoholic, and ever since your mum passed away he always took it out on you, mentally and sometimes physically. After things got physical, and he started threatening your life, you quickly locked yourself in your room, packed a few things and climbed out your window. After running for half a mile, you ran into someone and fell flat on your face. “Erm, you okay?” Their monotone voice rang out as they helped you up. “You’re young, what are you doing out here at night?”