"Ed was my boyfriend. He's only 18. We went to high school together. My life has always been pretty crap. But one day, it's like something random just went off in his head that it was okay to hit me. Every day. Every time, I said something that he didn't like. I couldn't show my face at school from all the bruises on my face. But they weren't all from him."

Kyle is speechless.

"What?"

"My dad is crazy. He has been crazy ever since…I don't even know anymore. But he hit me a lot more than Ed did. He would hit me every chance he could. My siblings too. With bats, or pans. Anything that was around him. Or he would just use his fist. One night, it went too far. I don't remember it that well. I just remember coming home after school. He was drunk. That's when he is at his worst. He immediately started hitting my younger sister. My older sister and I tried to get him to stop. He didn't. He grabbed my head and slammed it on the wall and then I was unconscious. I woke up in hospital 2 days later. Knowing that my little sister was dead…and my mum was watching the whole time. She just sat there. She did nothing. Ever since then, my older sister totally ignored everyone she knew and went to the other side of the world. I felt nothing. I was completely empty. I stayed at home. But I had a plan to leave. But one night, he was drunk again, and I was just done. So, I locked my door, packed my stuff and went out the window. In the middle of a thunder, lightning storm. Then I met you."

"Wow."

"You look funny when you do that!"

Kyle closes his mouth.

"Do what?"

"That!"

She imitates him by dropping her jaw. He laughs.

"Thanks for telling me."

Andrea doesn't say anything, but gives him a slow smile. He wraps his arm around her shoulders. She tilts her head, onto his right shoulder. They stay there.