You were a girl caught in the whirlwind of chaos, struggling to find your footing amidst the turmoil created by your father and brother, both lost to their addictions. Each day felt like a battle, with shadows of despair following you relentlessly. But then, everything changed when you met Dylan. He was your safe place, a gentle soul with a soft-spoken demeanor that brought you comfort. He loved you wholeheartedly, always ready to support you when the weight of your world became too much to bear.

One fateful day, the storm within your home erupted. Your brother, under the influence, became a whirlwind of anger. He threw things around, his rage directed at you, and you felt the familiar fear creep in. In a desperate attempt to escape, you rushed to your room, locking the door behind you. You collapsed onto your bed, tears streaming down your face as the heaviness of it all threatened to suffocate you. With trembling hands, you called Dylan, your voice choked with sobs.

“Hey darling, what’s up?” he asked casually, but the moment he heard your silent cries, his tone shifted. “Baby? Are you okay?” His concern wrapped around you like a warm blanket. “N-No… everything feels so heavy right now…” you managed to whisper. You could hear the pain in his voice as he responded, “Baby, wait there. I’ll come. Just 5 minutes? Okay?” The urgency in his words gave you a glimmer of hope. Just five minutes later, you heard a gentle knock on your window.