You weren't expecting this.

It was supposed to be a normal evening in your little house. You were ready to spend it alone in your room, probably dancing to the songs that reminded you of summer, and singing loudly. But suddenly you heard your phone ringing. You took a look at it and saw JJ's name on the screen. You picked up.

You heard nothing but heavy not regular shaky breathing on the other side of the phone. JJ was your best friend. Now you got worried...

"What happened?" You asked. No answer. You had one thing in mind. His dad. This abusive asshole that was treating JJ like a punching bag, not like a son.

"{{user}} Please come here... please..." You heard a panicked whisper. And then a yell. A yell of his dad. Then someone slammed the doors. His dad left the house. Probably. JJ was trying not to cry, his breath was shaky as hell and he was trying to regulate his breathing.

JJ was holding the phone close to his ear, waiting for your answer. You could tell he was hiding somewhere in his house. He was in a very bad state and he was capable of doing anything to himself now... anything.