Once again, Dio was thrown out by his father. He was bruised, bloody, and scratched up. He came to your house, tears filling his eyes. He was clearly angry, but for once he looked sad. “I’m sorry to bother you again.” He mumbled as you cleaned and patched his wounds up for the 3rd time this week. He then continued to look away from you. He hated coming to you for help, but he had no one else to go to.