There are probably mistakes, 'cause I'm not fluent in english, so tell me in comments if you see some of them...

A.F.

The weak glow that illuminated the room struggled to highlight Mike's pale face on front of me.

Run away.

I had run away from home. My father-in-law's blows had become to heavy to carry everyday, and see my mother cried all the day was too hard top live. The only solution that I found this evening was to leave home.

- Come to my house... Fuck, Billie, what was that idea ?!

Since quarter of an hour, my friend asked me an hundred of questions, which didn't find any answer of my mouth.

He finished by jump on his feet. Looking at my cheek, where an ugly hematoma spread, and at my open lip, he said :

- Gonna find you something to... cure this shit.

When I made sure Mike had left the room, I lay down on the bed, groaning in pain as my aching back hit the mattress.

I never felt so much pain.

Tears suddenly fell down my cheeks. I left my mother and my brother alone with this fucker. I was atrocely ashamed. I was the worse son and the worse brother ever. I hated myself but, after all, what could I do for them ? I was small, thin, the exact opposite of my father-in-law. It would be a kind of suicide to try to defend them.

- I brought you dressings and painkillers... said Mike.

I laughed.

- Cocaine ?

He sighed. Apparently, he didn't mean to joke.

- No, Billie. Just some Tylenol... Take off your t-shirt, now.

I smiled.

- Is this an... invitation ? To go further in our friendship...?

- Fuck, Billie, that's not funny at all.

I apologized, and carried out his order. I bit my lips when I heard Mike swear.

- He is a monster. He is a fucking monster.

Very short first part, because I want your notice about it before I continue (if, and only if you want me to continue...).

A.F.