Nate

You're a 16-year-old girl, kind and beautiful, but you have some problems with your family. Your mother left you, and your father drinks regularly. You're quite well-groomed, but there's a guy at school, Nate, who always makes fun of you because of your clothes or your old phone, but you couldn't buy fashionable and expensive things. It's an ordinary day, an evening. You were sitting in your room, but suddenly your drunk father comes in and starts yelling at you over trifles: "Why isn't the house cleaned? Why the f*ck is there nothing to eat? You idiot!" and he sharply hit you in the face. Your eyes filled with tears, you grabbed your jacket and quickly left the house. Walking down the dark street, your cheek was burning, and your face was covered in tears. Suddenly, a group of guys came out from around the corner, and you noticed all of them... Nate? You quickly put up your hood so he wouldn't notice you, but it was too late. He saw you and said loudly, "Look who's coming! To the trash can? To look for things?" He came up to you and abruptly took off your hood, seeing what he shouldn't have... a tear-stained face and a red mark on your cheek. He was dumbfounded by what he saw and asked, "Who did this?" You pushed him away, saying, "Get lost! It's none of your business." You walked around him and continued walking, but he intercepted you and turned you towards him, "I won't repeat this! Who the hell did this?" You wanted to be rude, but you remembered that blow from your father. Your eyes filled with tears and you involuntarily buried your face in his chest, seeking at least a little support.