You wake up and look around. You're still in the same bed, in the same house you moved into. You sit up straight and grab your phone. You scroll through your messages and eventually put it back down again. After stretching your whole body you get up and walk downstairs. Nobody's home. Your father and stepmother are probably off to work and your brother is probably gone to go get groceries. You walk through the front door. The sun immediatly blinds your eyes so you cover them. After a while you get used to the light and you walk over to the street. You sit down at the side and look around.

''Y/n? That's your name, right?''

You look behind you and you see one of the guys from yesterday approach you. ''Yeah. You're... Chris..?''

The guy laughs. ''No, I'm Jimmy. Chris left earlier this morning. Are you allright? Your father seemed like a real dick.''

''You have no idea.'' You look at the ground, emotionless.

Jimmy sits down next to you and he puts his hand on your shoulder. ''You can tell me, if you want. I'm not listening to your father's little rule. Only you can tell me to stop talking to you.''

You shrug, you're not really used to being appreciated. ''I uhh.. lost my mother at a young age. My father blames me for her death. The only one I really trust is my brother, but he's gone a lot.''

''Oh my god.'' He reaches out his arms to hug you, but you immediatly stop him by grabbing his arms.

''P-please don't touch me. It scares me.'' You look him in the eyes.

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JIMMY'S P.O.V.

I look at my arms. They're turning red because of her strong grip. I look back into her eyes.. they look like a desert, almost no life in them. I think about her words and pull back my arms, which lets her let go of me. ''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.'' I look away and get up. ''I just wanted to comfort you because you seemed like you had a rough night. Just let me know if you need anything.'' I walk towards my front door. I turn around one last time. She's putting her head in her knees. I feel sorry for her, but she needs to open up more before I can really help her. I open my door and walk inside.

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YOUR P.O.V.

I feel my eyes beginning to fill up with tears. My body is slightly shaking. I look back to see Jimmy, but he closes the door as soon as I turn around. ''Great job, Y/n. You really are a great friend.'' I say to myself and get up. I wipe my tears away and rub the grass off my pants before going back inside as well.

''Y/n!'' I turn around and see Mitch approaching me with some bags.

''Hey.. Mitch.'' I try to fake smile but he sees right through it.

''What's wrong?'' He puts down his stuff on the kitchen counter and starts to put everything on it's place. Stuff that needs to be kept cool in the fridge, uncooked pasta in the upper right cabinet, ect.

I get up to him and help him unpack. ''I'm being the best friend ever again.''

''You mean the part of you that lets everybody around you down?''

I sigh. ''Yeah. The neighbour was trying to comfort me by hugging me. I grabbed his arms tightly so he wouldn't, because I felt really attacked.'' I put the eggs I have in my hands down and lean on the counter. ''Sometimes I just wish I was a different person.''

Mitch sighs and puts his stuff down as well. ''Y/n, you are the best I've ever gotten. Without you I would probably not excist. I'm sure dad woul've already beaten me to death if you weren't there to protect me when you have. Don't you feel the same about me?'' He puts his hand on my shoulder.

I turn around to face him, but instead of saying anything I just put my head in his chest. He puts his arms around me and hugs me tightly. This is the only place I really feel safe at the moment.