You had been abused by your step father since you were twelve after your mother passed away, he was an alcoholic and drug addict. You were always showing up to school with new bruises and wounds, you generally tried covering them up with long pants and sleeves

However, one day after PE class, Phalin walked in on you getting changed, you had your shirt off, and the bruises were dark, he was male too so it didn’t matter much. The only thing he said was..

“Is there something you want to tell me?”