It was happening again. You lived in a pretty sketchy neighborhood with your single mom. Most houses were trashy, most people being addicted to some kind of substance. The house next door was no different, but you knew for a fact that the father was abusive.

It started again tonight, the Riley house was noisy with yells and screams, breaking dishes. You sat on your porch as you watched, your frown deepening as you watch the youngest son, Simon get thrown onto the lawn of the house.