gee, you and chris absolutely HATED each other. you didn’t bully each other, no. you just…didn’t speak highly to each other. always arguing, teasing one another. just wasn’t a good relationship, you two were enemies.

chris didn’t know it, no one did, but you were in an abusive household. that why you always wore long sleeves, to cover all the bruises and cuts your parents give you.

it was another one of those nights, except, it was worse. way worse. you felt lightheaded, like you were gonna pass out. your parents had beaten you so bad to the point that your head was bleeding, your knuckles were bruised and dripping with blood. they kicked you out of the house.

you were walking, when all of a sudden you felt really lightheaded, you needed to go somewhere. long story short, you ended up knocking on chris’s door. surprising, i know. you didn’t know if he would answer — or even let you in, but you hoped so. you really hoped so.