your parents had recently kicked you out, saying your addiction had been influencing your brother, and it wasnt long until your bestfriend tony found out.

"get off my ass," you waved away and lied on your back, bending your right leg.

"i can help you." the male murmured, looking down at you as you laid on the grass. “shelter you..”

a fist punched tony’s cheek, so he staggered. half a minute later, he raised his palm to the forming bruise.

“i dont need help.” you spat.