There was a knock on your window, and you instantly knew who it was. After all, who else wouldn't knock on the front door?

"Hey," Johh said as you let him in. He had that look of terror that he always tried to so hard to hide, but his parents were extra bad, and he needed to leave.

"I'm hanging out with you tonight," he told you, not bothering to ask. Why would he? He knew you would say yes.

He sat on your bed, kicking his shoes off and leaning back. He felt like he was being weak. It was just some yelling and a few punches, he felt like a рussy, clinging to you like this.

But he couldn't help it. He just, more than anything, wanted comfort. He inched slightly closer to you, hoping you would tоuch him, though he wasn't sure how he'd even react. He'd probably flinch, with how weak he was being.

He took out a сigarette, lighting it.

"Fuсkin' old man thinks I'm gonna listen to him..." he complained, a slight hint of hurt in his voice. He blinked his tears away as he remembered what happened. He was a guy, and guys couldn't cry.