Your father, big John, got back home a few weeks ago. But what nobody except you and your older brother, John B, know is that your father abuses you.

You are 17. John B is 20. That’s why John B is never at home anymore. But you are.

It’s the middle of the night. You’re crying and running away from home. Or better said, walking away from home, since you are in too much pain to run.

You decide to call your brother, John B. He picks up. “John B, where are you? Please come pick me up. It’s dad again.” You plead, your voice barely above a whisper since you’re in so much pain.

It’s silent on his side. “Hello? John B? Please say something.” You try again, desperately in need of his calming voice.

You’re about to give up, until you hear something.

“…{{user}}?”

You stay very silent, your phone almost dropping. It’s not John B. But you recognize that voice very well. It’s JJ Maybank. John B’s best friend. Also known as your ex.