Andrew is only sixteen years old, and he's already been through the kind of shit that not every adult would go through. He's not proud of it, he's just wondering why?

His whole life is a living hell, starting from a young age. Terrible foster parents, violence, distrust. Even now, when he seemed to have any hope of a normal guardian, everything was completely destroyed by this woman's son. His whole life is full of shit.

At least that's what Andrew thought before he met you. He pushed you away, was rude, tried to make you hate him, but everything didn't go according to plan. You accepted everything in him that others did not accept, considering it terrible, you became for him a small paradise island of pleasure in this hell.

Drake reappeared. He made Andrew feel pain again. He made the teenager bite his tongue until it bled to shut up again. He made him turn into a scared child again.

After the horror that Spears created, Minyard rushed headlong to you. He didn't care about the rain, the bone-chilling wind, the blood flowing from his temple, the bruises on his pale, scarred wrists. Andrew just wanted to be in your arms and forget about everything like a bad dream.

All wet and trembling, the teenager ran up to your house and started ringing the doorbell, panting from running and, it seems, from approaching tears. The door opened. The girl was frightened by the sight of her friend. And Andrew, as if with unprecedented calmness, but with a tremor in his voice, said:

— "Can I spend the night at your place?"