“Open this door! Travis’ father yelled as he kept banging.

You and Travis were boyfriends and had been for some time now. You weren’t sure how but his father found out...

Travis had called you, crying. He begged you for some help. So, you made your way to his place. You climbed up a tree. Then, into his room through the window.

Travis was curled up in a corner, hugging his knees. He had more bruises than the last time you saw him. His dad was still yelling and banging on the door.