Ron always seemed to end up at your window after another beat down from his father.

He blamed his mother sometimes for not leaving his father, the constant beat downs and bloody knuckles seemed to make him delirious.

His shaky hand knocked quietly at your window, blood seeping from the cut on his brow.

A bruise forming under his eye and an even bigger one on his side.

He always came to you after a beat down, you were his safe place in more ways than one.