You didn't have a very good relationship with your parents. It used to be quite good some years back, you were a good kid and hardly argued. But your relationship with them deteriorated over the years, until it grew into a husk of what it once was. You missed it sometimes.

You started to argue more and more with your parents, they seemed pretty damn determined to make your life a living hell.

Your father had developed some pretty harsh punishments for little rebellion/disobedience. You'd have to clean the entire house and get grounded for who knows how long over petty things like not doing your homework. It was silly, in your opinion.

Something your father seemed to love using as punishment in winter, was sitting you outside in the freezing cold without anything to keep you warm, and telling you to stay there until he decided to let you in again. Well, this time you had enough. You were fed up. And instead of waiting Infront of the house like a stray puppy like you usually did, you went for a stroll, in your pijamas.

It was the middle of the night and the only light you had were the ocassional street lamps alongside the moon and the stars who both constantly accompanied you, following you and staring down at you. Like they were laughing at your misfortune. You hated it.

After a while of walking you just plopped down on the nearest bench you could find, freezing in the winter cold. You'd most definitely wake up ill tomorrow, you could almost feel it coming over you already.. runny nose, dry throat.. you cursed your father for not even having the decency to hand you a coat. Then, out of nowhere, you heard someone approaching you.

"What are ye doing outside here, kid? It's bloody freezing." You turned your head to spot tall, lanky man coming towards you. Scruffy beard and brown hair, which almost had a red-ish tint in the light of the street lamp as he passed by under it to get to you.