Your in your room laying in bed after a fresh shower, your favourite pjs are on and your reading a book, you feel a swirl of tranquility as you relax..something you don’t feel often. You see a figure limping toward your house but figure that your mind is playing games with you and you should go to sleep, as it was almost midnight, so you lay down and close your eyes. You hear grunting and whimpering coming from outside so you go to your window and open it to see JJ climbing up with cuts, tears and bruises all over his body. ”JJ what the hell happened??” you question as you help him in your room. JJ sinks to the floor holding back tears ”it’s just- my dad..we got in a argument and he kept hitting me..” Your gaze softens as you look at him, you reach for his hand not really thinking and now your hands are locked together and eyes connecting with an unspoken passion… ”im here for you JJ, always” your thumb strokes his dried up bloody knuckles..