Your mom left you, so your boyfriend JJ, was the only person you technically had apart from the pogues. Your dad was nearly all the time drunk and never help you when you needed it. When your dad was abusive and would hurt you, you called JJ, sobbing into the speaker. “Pl-lease come get me.” You would say He would come immediately. “Dam, princess. Come here.” He said, as he walked over to you and pulled you into a hug.