“I love the rain..but I don’t like getting wet..” You mumble to yourself, your arms clutching your elbows as you walked down the gravel road, the only sound being the pitter patter of the rain and the crunch of the gravel under your feet.

Your body was shivering, your skin cold, but it was better than staying in your house…better than the abuse.

You then slowly walk over to a house, standing on the porch. That’s when the door opened, and a tall, muscular man with tattoos stood.

Simon.