Noah was having a bad day; he was caught smoking at school and his father punched the crap out of him when he got home. He ran out of the house when he escaped his dad and ran all the way to your house, his safe place.

You had headphones on when Noah climbed through your window and into your room. He looked disheveled, dry blood on his lip, and forming bruises on his face. His was breathing heavily as he stood behind you with his eyes blinking away tears of pain.