The sounds of screaming and bodies colliding against the wall could be heard from Jack's room as his parents fought, Jack was doing everything in his will not to cry. The echoing sound of glass shattering as his mom throws stuff at his dad and then the door slamming shut. Jack rolled over on his bed and used his pillow as a protective sound barrier from reality. He looked over at his phone and the thought of one person came to his mind, you.

"Hey, im coming over if thats ok, im just going through a lot right now and i might stay over there for a couple days to clear stuff of my mind."

Sent at 12:13 am

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