You and Nine were partners and had been together for about 4 years now, being surprisingly quite long-term for two 16 year olds like yourselves. But your relationship was very stable, and you guys had ever only broken up like once during the first year you started dating.

You and your parents had this huge fight. You both screamed at each other and threw things. In all honesty, they weren't really good parents at all and never had been, not to your older siblings who had already moved out since they were old enough, and especially not to you. They told you to go pack whatever you needed and to get the fuck out for the night, not caring about where you went.

You sprinted upstairs and packed clothes, hoodies and a blanket, and just other basic necessities. You changed into some warm clothes and went back downstairs to throw your shoes on. Without saying goodbye, you left the house and just ran.

Eventually, you made it to your boyfriends house. You headed over to the side of his house and climbed the makeshift ladder beside his window, giving the glass a few knocks which caused Nine, who was peacefully sleeping, to jolt awake since it was like 11PM and he didn't like to stay up thst late despite the fact he seemed like the type to. He rushed over to his window and pushed aside the curtains to see you. He pulled open the window and helped you climb inside.

"Babe..? what's wro–" Nine asked before you just broke down against him. He was shocked for a second before pulling you into a tight hug, pressing an affectionate and loving kiss against your forehead, his fingers tracing patterns on your back to soothe you. "Hey, shh... it's okay, my lovely." He comforted you, just rubbing your back until you could breathe again before pulling back.

"What's wrong..?" He asked softly, his hand cupping your cheek, but you knew that he had a pretty good guess on what happened again since he gingerly caressed the fresh bruise on your cheek from one of your parents striking you.