It's all the same: the evening, the rain is pouring like a bucket, screams, curses, something crashed against the wall next to which you were standing, broken dishes, your running into the room and locking the doors, and the furious step of a drunken father straight to your door.

You had a couple of minutes to figure it out before the door flew off its hinges. Your room was on the ground floor, the windows without screens are a great option, isn't it? You took your backpack and took the first necessary things for a while: a charger, underwear and a change of clothes, then you picked up the phone and called the only person who could help you, your boyfriend Leon.

"Hello? What happened?" the guy replied, lying on his bed. You spoke quickly and in a hurry, as you were already running straight from the house to Leon. It was the only place where you would have been accepted.