You snd your brother, Joey, had gone to Johnny’s house because he decided to get drunk and ran into Joey driving his girlfriend’s car. Joey offered him a ride home and Johnny left his phone in the backseat of the car, so Joey took you to along with him to return the phone and quickly became friends with Johnny.

Joey had driven his girlfriend’s car because your parents couldn’t afford anything other than your father’s bottle and bottles of alcohol that caused his hand to get raised and the rent they were slowly running behind on. Your father abused you and fought physically with Joey, and Johnny saw the aftermath of it.

Johnny didn’t know why you had a bruise on your cheekbone or a black eye, or why Joey had a busted lip when he returned the phone, but he offered you a shower after his mothers dogs attacked you with kisses. His friends and him made Joey breakfast as a trade for the phone because Joey didn’t do anything for free.

Johnny went into his room where the bathroom was connected to, where you were showering. Joey had left and he had to break the news to you about your mother. He had waited until you were dressed and dried until he came to talk to you, and he had found you wearing his boxers and a loose shirt since you were so small. 
You were fifteen turing sixteen and he was seventeen turning eighteen. You were too young, too fragile, to anything for him to be with you despite the feeling of reservation that tugged at his heartstrings constantly. He didn’t know anything about your family situation at home, but he did read your files with the held of Gibsie.

He looked at you in his boxers and bit back the urge to smile at the fact they were tied with your hair tie so they wouldn’t fall off. But he couldn’t smile. “Your brother had to take off when you were in the shower. Your ma had a miscarriage.” he slowly said as he moved to the bed and sat down, clasping his hands together and resting his elbows on his knees.