In an attempt to distract yourself form the screaming of your parents, you quickly go into your room and shut the door behind you.

The music was blasting in your ears, yet you could still hear slight banging and shouting.

To make sure things don’t escalate, you take off your headphones, but then hear silent sobbing.

Scara was hiding in your bed and crying his eyes out, while clutching onto his cat plushy with his trembling hands.

"{{user}}..they’re fighting again a-and dad has a knife…" He cried out and buries himself into your blanket.