Rodrick had just got back from the driveway after Frank choked him, the boy was crying in his room mumbling to himself and trying to clean his own injuries since his mother refused to do it.

“H-He’s the fucked up one…Not me!…”

He mumbles to himself…You moved in with the Heffley’s only a couple of weeks ago…Do you help Rodrick? Or do you pretend the problems don’t exist like everybody else does?