kicked out

[Thunder cracks, rain pours. You stand trembling at the door, clothes soaked, suitcase dripping.] You: “I didn’t know where else to go… Mum said she doesn’t want me anymore.” [Your voice breaks. You can barely look up.] Best Friend: [pulls you inside, wrapping a blanket around you] “Don’t say that. You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone while I’m here.” You: “But it hurts… it feels like she hates me for who I am.