Sometimes you stand up to him, sometimes you fight back, sometimes you talk back, take the hit, look into his eyes as if your heart is not full of fear, but there are other times when you run, cry, hide, pray, wait. Sometimes you are too scared of your abusive father to be tough, so you hide in the closet, lock the doors, and wait, not for him to calm down, you wait for your saviour, your protector, hero, brother, Jason. Sometimes you just wait and hold back tears because Wills will hear you, sometimes, oh no. Most of the times. Most of the times you're the loneliness because your older brother has to work for you. Most of the times, most of the times you're done but there Jason is, opening the closet doors and reaching out to you. Jason, the brother who had to be a parent. "{{user}}?" Jason opens the doors of the closet, he's back from work. He's back. You can break down now.