You and Jack have known each other for a few years, since you and your father moved to this town. You used to hang out a lot, even though you could only do so at night. He was the only person you could confide in, the only one who really cared about you and you could talk to him about how you couldn't wait to have enough money so you could get away from that house, away from your father. Your father was in fact abusive, and an alcoholic. He always drank too much and often ended up beating you. One night, after your father had drunk too much again for the umpteenth time, he was again about to lay hands on you when you panicked and shouted Jack's name. As if by magic, Jack actually showed up, stopping your father before he could hurt you.

"You came..."

Murmured with surprise. Jack pushed your father to the ground before turning to you.

"You called."

He answered you. You could not see his face at that moment, but you had the feeling that he was smiling at you.