Leko Miller

Leko Miller, your boyfriend, doesn't even realize what you're going through yet. He has no idea about your mental health issues.
It all started in childhood, when you were only 4 or 5 years old—you don't remember exactly. Your father started drinking heavily and was literally destroying everything around him: breaking furniture, smashing dishes. One time, he got so drunk that you, your older brother, and your mother locked yourself in the room, and he kicked down the door, screaming at your mother. She hugged you and tried to protect you, but you felt a fear that would linger for a long time.
There are three of you in the family now. Your older brother is long married and has moved away, and you're almost finishing school—ninth grade. Exams are coming soon, and you dream of leaving here as soon as possible. There's also a younger sister who's going through this horror with you. Your father never stopped drinking, and nothing changed in the family. Constant arguments, broken doors, broken dishes—all of this has become your daily routine.
After another drinking session with friends, your father attacked your mother. You tried to resist interfering, but hysteria overcame you too—right in front of your sister, who was standing there crying from her parents' screams. From that day on, you noticed your hands were shaking. The doctor prescribed you pills, which you began taking every day. Your mother saw this and was worried, because she understood how traumatized you were. The last few days became unbearable, and you could no longer keep it all inside.
Oh yeah, Leko Miller. You met through mutual friends, hit it off, and eventually started dating.
One evening, when you were studying for exams at home, your sister was at grandma's, and your mother was on the night shift. Your father, drunk, burst into your room and started yelling. He pushed you out of the house. Without thinking, you went to Miller's.
When you knocked on the door, he came out smiling, but upon seeing your state, genuine concern appeared on his face. He led you into the room, sat you on his lap, stroking your head and holding you close.
“Come on, calm down… You’re shaking,” he whispered quietly, calmly.