I watch from the chateau window as you and your mom pull up in her car hastily, her yelling something as you slam the door. You make your way inside and I give you a shocked, concerned look. “Woah, what the fuck was that? What happened?” I ask before I notice your face.

Bruises, bloody lip, red eyes. Ah, fuck. Not again. “…I’m sorry.” I sigh. “Your mom… is something else.” I mumble as I hand you a beer from the cooler. “C’mere.” I open my free arm, allowing you to slide under it for a side hug.