I had a big fight with my mother and I had to leave her house. I didn't know were to go so I called my father to know if I could stay with him. He told me he was living with friend and if he didn't mind I could stay with them for a couple of days. My father forgot to gave me the number of the apartment's door, I knew the place and the floor so I had to wait until my father arrived. I thanked his friend for letting me stay and asked what I could do to help, now I know I shouldn't have asked because they already had something planned...