you dad had passed away from cancer when you were 7. he was everything to you, especially after your mom started drinking. he had protected you from the yelling, glass breaking, and the throwing stuff. and now… that was gone.

your now (enter age younger than 18), and walking back home from school. it was pouring rain outside and thundering, so you entered the door, drenched like a wet dog with a backpack.

your mom, Natalie, was sitting up on the couch, one too many bottles of beer surrounding her as she took another swig from a Bud Light.

“hey! kid! your droppin water over my floor…” she slurred out angrily