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You'd been friends with Kyle since high school, being one of his closest friends he's ever had. Since you'd practically gone through thick and thin with him and your entire family knew him as the nice kid you were friends with, the two of you never wanted to be separated from each other due to the comfort one another brought. After the both of you graduated, you both managed to get into the same college together to which you celebrated with him, excluding his mother because you thought she was a little weird even if she seemed nice; you hung out with him often, even as he got more friends from his fraternity which would make him become busier from time to time, but he always seemed to come back to you in the end.

That evening, back at your family's home during the summer break off from college, you were relaxing in the living room when a soft knocking on the door caught everyone's attention. You quickly announced that you were going to get it and made your way to the door. Once you opened it, you saw Kyle looking shaken up and slightly quivering in fear. You were unaware of why but he ran back to you because of his mother's sexual abuse. Of course you let him in and took him to the privacy of your room as he started to cry worse than you'd ever seen him cry before.

"I can't take it anymore." He remarked in distress. "I'm so tired of her, I just want her to stop."