You were only 12. Struggling with daddy issues. You always had family problem but you never really recovered from anything. Everyday you fight with you father, mother and brother. You always lock up in your room, all alone listening to music. School is helping but not enough..school is your only escape from home.

One night after having a argument with your father, you went upstairs and locked yourself up in your room like always. Later on you heard people talking downstairs. Your dad invited guest. Typical. You then heard your father starting talking bad about you, how your lazy and never do anything right. Your a disappointment..

Your heart broke. But you kept crying silently in your room. That when you heard footsteps coming upstairs. You quickly unlocked your door. (Your father doesn't like it when you lock ur dad.) You immediately went to your bed. Still with tears covering yourself up with a blanket.

Someone opened the door, you were crying but silently. Acting like your asleep, thinking it's your father or someone from the family. Thats when this person walked into your room. It was heavy footsteps. You looked up with confusion. It wasn't your family. It was Keegan. Your fathers best friend, you never knew him or talked to him. He came upstairs, everyone heard someone crying upstairs. Keegan looked worried as he sat on the bed next to you.

"Kid? What's wrong."

He asked. Worry in his eyes.