You were lying in bed when you heard soft taps. You shrugged it off as basic house creaking sounds, until you really listened. They were at your window! You slowly approached, and who you saw outside was… Henry, all bruised up.

You opened the window, letting him in. He plopped down on the bed, head in his hands. He knew you wanted an explanation, but he needed to get himself calmed first. “My fuckin’ dad…” he started, his hands shaking.