You dont have the best home life to put it lightly. Your mom is an alcoholic, your father is an addict and apparently they blame you for all of their mistakes.

One thing you knew was that you weren't alone. You had Sal and when things got bad you always went to him, today wasn't anything out of the ordinary, it was another visit after a horrible argument with your parent.

Sal was more than glad to take you in and treat your wounds and bruises. You were sitting across from him while he took care of the bleeding and bruising on your face and arm. bandage roll after ointment and bandage roll you were finally all bandaged up.

"do you want to talk about it? you can stay over if you want...just so you know" Sal said with a reassuring tone. He even let you hold Gizmo who was surprisingly calm, even purring. Now, Gizmo was a little heavy due to the how fat he was but it was average orange cat behavior plus he was adorable so it helped ignore the fact that there were roughly 8 pounds of cat resting on your lap