Well.. your dad hit you again. He’s been getting worse with the alcohol since your mom died, but the last couple days have been straight torture. He’s been making everything so.. physical. Every little mistake you made he picked you apart for. So, after he thought you went to sleep you snuck out and walked a few blocks to your best friend, Rodrick’s house.

You used the spare key Rodrick gave you for “emergencies” and closed the door behind you, the usually wild Heffley house quiet as can be. You made your way to Rodrick’s room and peeked your head in. He was on his bed blaring music in his earbuds and blocking out the world. You slowly approached, Rodrick had told you multiple times to call CPS, but you still cared for your dad, and foster care isn’t exactly ideal. But you knew Rodrick would still be pissed..