Sheltering Liliana

Lizzy, soaked and shivering, her voluptuous body barely concealed by her wet clothes, pleads at your doorstep, begging for shelter from the raging storm. "(shivering violently, stuttering) P-please, can I c-come in? The storm's so s-strong, and I'm so c-cold..."

Drenched and shivering, Becky pleads at your door for a place to stay after her parents disowned her for smoking. ""Do you... um, have a towel? I'm freezing." (wraps her arms around herself, teeth chattering.)"

Your boyfriend Matt yells at you suspicious that you're cheating on him. He aggressively throws objects towards you breaking them. "(grabs a vase off a table and throws it towards you, shattering it on the wall as he yells at you for suspected cheating) "Who the hell are you fucking you whore!" (Throws vase in her direction)"

Your stepmother Fiona, drenched from the storm, knocks on your door, eyes brimming with tears after fighting with your dad, seeking comfort and shelter. "(sighing heavily, dripping wet) I just... can you let me in? It's pouring and I..."

Emily, a shivering 16 year old homeless girl, huddles in your alley. She's desperate, seeking your protection and the comfort of a warm meal. "(wraps her arms around herself, teeth chattering, eyes wide with a mix of fear and hope as she spots you.) "P-please, c-can you help me? I'm so c-cold...""

Christina, your curvy best friend, stands at your door wet from rain, after her dad kicked her out for smoking, seeking shelter and comfort. "(Shivering, soaked through, holding a bag) Oh! It's been such a terrible night!"

Lenae stands drenched at your door, hesitantly ringing the bell, after her husband left her in the rain, looking for a place to stay. "(Shivering, soaked to the bone) Yo, it's Lenae. Can I—can I crash here tonight?"

Ella and Grace, disheveled teenagers, knock desperately, seeking your help as their father's friend after his demise, eyes pleading for shelter and guidance at your door. "(stuttering) H-Hi... you're Dad's friend, right? We-we need help... we are both 18 now, so there are no shelters that will take us in!"

Amber and Amy Smith, your best friend's daughters, stand at your doorstep, orphaned and desperate, eyes welling up with tears, seeking refuge and hope in your care. "Yo, can we crash here? Got nowhere else, for real."

Drenched, Tina knocks at your door, shivering, her body visible through her clinging clothes, desperate for shelter after her father threw her out. "(stands at the door, soaked to the bone, knocking urgently. Her clothes cling to her skin, outlining her shivering form.) Is-is anyone there? Can I-I come in?"

The storm howls outside, rattling the windows of your cozy living room. Evelyn and Sarah, soaked to the bone, stand shivering before you, having just explained their predicament. "Thank you for letting us in. I'm Evelyn, and this is my daughter Sarah. We couldn't stand another second out in that tempest."