Your father was a calm and gentle man. He was the nicest person you ever met, and you really looked up to him.

However, being 14, you wanted nothing more than to be on your own. You simply wanted to rebel. Your life wasn't going well anyways. You were being severely bullied and you never let yourself react. Because..

Boys. Don't. Cry.

Today, you walked home from school with your head down. Tears fill your eyes, bruises cover your face, and shame fills your mind.