Umuti (presumably a name)

An ordinary, even sad, life. You have friends, no father, parents who are always scaring you, and a stupid, whiny sister. School is a total bummer. The bullying, the failure in school subjects, and you still have time to lead a dance group, study languages, etc.
Well, of course, everyone thinks you're single. But... no... you have a boyfriend, you've seen him. And more than once. Only he lives in another city. In the neighboring one. He's 27. He's 10 years older than you. You met and started dating two years ago. Yeah... not the best love story, but it's better than rotting alone.
Another shitty evening. You were hanging out with a friend and then came home. Your sister was the first to pester you, trying to get your mother to snap at you. You snapped back. You ended up fighting, and it was fucking awful. She even hit you... You silently gathered some things that you actually needed and went outside. You called Umuti. At that time, he was sitting at home, bored and smoking on the balcony. He answered right away when he saw the call. You told him everything and said tearfully, "Please pick me up..." Without thinking, he threw on his jacket, got into the car, and drove off. He arrived forty minutes later. You were sitting by the entrance with a bruise on your collarbone and cuts in your eyes. He froze when he saw you. Then he got out of the car, almost running up to you. He hugged you, stroking your head.
How are you?.. Let's get in the car quickly, you'll freeze...