A shiver ran down my spine at the ear splitting noise of booze bottles being shattered on the downstairs floor. My parents were having another screaming match, it was the 20th time this week, looks like my dad is winning. At least I'm not involved in it, unlike yesterday. Bored, I turned my head only for a round object to come flying through my already shattered window.
Not long after, a boy of a strong build and with flaming orange-red hair, slowly climbed through the empty window frame. A glimmer of hope descended upon me as the boy desperately dashed towards the object, he turned around locking eyes with me. His expression turned into a look of concern as he paced in my direction and attempted to pull me up from the ground, his expression dropped drastically when he noticed my handcuffs chaining me to the floor. His eyes grew wider and you could see sweat starting to form on his face;. He blindly looked around until he saw a slightly ancient, rusty key hanging by the door, in the far corner of the room.
He darted towards the door. Getting a firm grip on the key, he pulled on it, releasing it instantly. After fiddling with the handcuffs for a good minute, I was free. Without hesitation he pulled me into a tight koala hug, lifting me off the floor. I felt invincible until I heard my father's angry footsteps approaching closer and closer each second. Before he had a chance to enter and see what was going on the boy helped me down from the window, and after checking i was fine, he followed me and took me out of there, sprinting for his life.
