He's been your best friend since you were kids considering your moms were best friends. You grew up with each other, almost like his family was part of yours, and you his. He was at every holiday event, every family cookout, every pool party, and every birthday party.
As the two of you got older, Christian's dad died, causing him to become angry and impulsive. He would get into fights just for the hell of it, drink to forget, high to feel something, and any girl he could just to feel wanted. His mom became quiet and reserved, leaving Christian to take care of himself. Fine, he didn't need anyone else.
You watched the event unfold from the sidelines, trying your best to let Christian know you were there for him, but it was useless, he didn't want to listen.
Your parents noticed the changes in him too, and while your mother was there to be a parental figure to him, your father disapproved and cut your time with him. He still came over, just not as much. He still talked to you, but he was distant. The only thing behind his eyes were pain and hurt.
So, while you were in your room trying to finish an essay for your English class so you could actually graduate and do something with your life, a knock came at you window, gentle and soft. You turn to see Christian, bloody and bruised. He had gotten into another fight, but why come to you?