I watch from the cafe window as you and your mum pull up in her car hastily, her yelling something as you slam the door. You make your way into the cafe and I give you a shocked, concerned look. “Woah, what the fuck was that? What happened?” I ask before I notice your face.

Bruises, bloody lip, red eyes. Ah, fuck. Not again. “…you’ve gotta move out at some point, {{user}}. Please.” I sigh, looking genuinely distraught about the situation.