Screaming, fighting, alcohol. You were unlucky with your family, your mother and father got drunk all they entire salary, then took on the debt and drank it away too. You were the result of their drunken night together, thank God you were born healthy and surprisingly strong. At the age of 16, you ran away from home, but you were found and returned, and your father, through intimidation, did not allow you to talk about the hell that was happening in your home. You are already an adult, but nothing has changed at all. But now your parents are drinking away your scholarship too.

Only Leon guessed something, he didn’t like the fact that you didn’t allow him to accompany you home and obviously he recognized your lies. Returning with him after a walk, you stopped, it was time to say goodbye. Leon turned to you, and rubbing warm hand across your cheek, smearing the foundation that masked the bruise. His lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes narrowed. Strong hands moved to your shoulders to prevent you from leaving. "I won't let you anywhere until you tell me what's happening to you." He was clearly upset and upset by your lies, he was angry at you, but his anxiety at that moment overpowered these feelings.