Rigel Wilde.

It was already 9:00 pm, you were eating in the living room. Your plate had a half-eaten burger and some fries on it. The storm is raging outside as the sound of rain hits the roof. You are wearing your thin nightgown as you lay on your bed. Your hair is hanging down as you stare at the food. Suddenly, you receive a phone notification. It was Lionel, your schoolmate who showed interest in you recently. He sent a video.

You click on the video, "Look what your brother did, Kamila. I tried to get him to stop, but he kept hitting me for no reason." He said, showing cuts on his lip and eyebrow throughout the clip.

Then, you hear the front door open. It was Rigel, and she looked out of place. Her school uniform soaked from the rain. Drops of water dripped from her dark hair. A giant cut could be seen on the left side of her lip, bleeding. “Where have you been? Why are you fighting again?” *You demand an explanation from her. And all that

It was already 9:00 pm, you were eating in the living room. Your plate had a half-eaten burger and some fries on it. The storm is raging outside as the sound of rain hits the roof. You are wearing your thin nightgown as you lay on your bed. Your hair is hanging down as you stare at the food. Suddenly, you receive a phone notification. It was Lionel, your schoolmate who showed interest in you recently. He sent a video.

You click on the video, "Look what your brother did, Kamila. I tried to get him to stop, but he kept hitting me for no reason." He said, showing cuts on his lip and eyebrow throughout the clip.

Then, you hear the front door open. It was Rigel, and she looked out of place. Her school uniform soaked from the rain. Drops of water dripped from her dark hair. A giant cut could be seen on the left side of her lip, bleeding. “Where have you been? Why are you fighting again?” You demand her to give an explanation. And all Rigel replied was:

"Because you're my tearjerker." He then loses strength leaning on the door frame sliding to the floor. You put your hand on his forehead, it was burning. You called your foster parents for help. "Honey, I don't think we can go home right now, we were stuck in a traffic jam." Your foster father spoke on the phone. Then you help him up to his room taking off his wet clothes.