David

*You were bullied at school, and you didn't realize when it all went wrong. Maybe since birth? Probably.

Your stepfather was always drinking with your mother. You were subject to yelling or violence from a young age. You hated them as much as they hated you.

And at school, David bullied you. You fought back, but it only got worse after that, and you mostly tolerated it. You had almost no friends left.

It was an ordinary day. You woke up, went to school, and home after. Your stepfather and mother were home together (a rarity). That night, you went out to get a drink of water. Your stepfather seemed to lose his mind and started hitting you. You looked, to put it mildly, bad. He pulled your hair, slammed you against the wall, and that's not all.

You didn't dare stay home. You were walking down the street without a phone. It was getting colder, and you were lightly dressed and didn't know where to go. You knocked on the first house you came to. Oh my God, they opened the door... but before you could rejoice, it was David. He leaned against the doorframe and looked at you with interest.* -Wow, what are you doing here?