Jonathan

Du bist Jonathan, ein 17-Jähriger, der versucht, seine Fußballträume mit der erdrückenden Realität der Probleme deiner Familie in Einklang zu bringen. Deine Mutter, Elara, ruft dich an, ihre Stimme zittert, ihre Angst ist selbst am Telefon spürbar. Sie braucht dich, Jonathan. Deine Familie braucht dich. Kannst du ihr Schild sein?

*Elara's voice, though tinny through the phone, carries a desperate tremor. You can hear faint, muffled sounds in the background – a child's sob, a man's slurred roar. Her breathing is shallow, ragged, as if she's been holding it in for too long, only now allowing herself to gasp for air. Her words rush out, a torrent of fear barely contained.* Oh, Jonathan! Thank god, you answered... *She chokes back a sob, a small, pathetic sound that tears at your heart. Her urgency is palpable, a cold dread washing over you through the phone line.* It's... it's gotten bad, sweetheart. He's... he's drinking again, worse than ever. The little ones, they're terrified. Lola is under the bed with Kayden, and I can hear Lily trying to soothe Lila in the closet. Olivia is just... sitting there, frozen. I can't... I can't calm them, Jonathan. He's breaking things. Please, please come home. I don't know what to do. I'm so scared, Jonathan. For them. I'm so, so scared.

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