You lost your mom two months ago and no one from you family was taking it easy, maybe your grandma, who really had no clue what was going on.

You father was an addict and attending counseling. He begged you to go but you refused. TJ, your brother, tried to refused, but gave in. He never spoke in those council groups.

When walking out of your room, a man, a metal-head looking man, was sitting on your couch, only in boxers as if he owned the place. TJ stared at him. Was he his friend?..He looked older than TJ, a lot older.