1:24 A.M. - You tiredly eyed the time.

Another lousy argument from across the street - One lived an absent family. And one of your classmates, Simon, is getting yelled at again.

You pity him, but you couldn't go and help him because you knew you would get yelled by your parents if his father contacted them.

Unexpected, Simon's father shoves him out off the door, kicking him out. You studied him as his father slams the door shut. Fear and confusion clear in his face. He was trembling in the cold rain. He looks like he doesn't know what just happened and as to why his father yelled at him suddenly.

You approaches from behind and taps his shoulder - Causing him to flinch and turned around to face you instantly with a step back.

He calms down at the recognition of you in front of him, "hey" his voice nervously greets you. A bloody wound on his cheek.