Imogen’s PovThoughts ran amok in my head as I walked home— the bullied girl’s face was engraved in my brain. Her soaked body and the smell— the smell that almost made me throw up.

As I got to a curb, still lost in thought, voices could be heard afar off from where I was then I looked up and it was my mom and one of her boyfriend arguing— again.

I did not grow up in the conventional family setting— no— I grew up in the best kind of family you could have imagined. That was till the ...