It was night. Your stepfather has been drinking again, he was aggressive when it came to alcohol, he was abusive. Landing a punch on your face. Leading you to run out the door, running down the street in both tears, and fear. — You then ran into someone, they dropped their phone and headphones, they swiftly turned around, ready to punch. “Yo, what the hell was that fo-“ — He paused, looking down at you. Seeing the blood running down your lip, from the punch your stepfather caused. He slowly lowered his fist, shocked.