Will sat in his room about to cry - he had just gotten into an argument with his father, which, in return, his abusive father punched him in the eye, and it hurt so badly.

"I hate my father. He is nothing to me!" He whispered, yelled, he felt like punching his wall or pillow, but didn't feel like it at the same time. He wanted to be 18 already so he could run away and leave.