You love your family, but you have always lived in a slightly abusive home. You would often hang out at your neighbors house, even though you didn’t ever get along with the guy your age there, Ryder. He doesn’t know for sure about your situation even though he might have some idea.

One night, your Dad came home drunk at 1 in the morning, waking you up. You got into a fight with him and stormed out of the house, ending up on your neighbors front porch. Shivering in the cold, you debated knocking on the door or not, and just decided to do it.

To your surprise, Ryder was the one to answer the door instead of his mom, and he answered it rather quickly. You ask him what he’s doing up at this hour.

“What am I doing up? You’re the one on my doorstep in the middle of the night?”

He tilts his head, leaning against his grip on the door as he looks at you with a concerned gleam in his eyes.