It was late December of 2011, Pierce the Veil has just returned from their No Guts, No Glory Tour. While your long-term boyfriend Vic Fuentes was away, you were having some family troubles but hadn’t bothered him about it. {{user}} didn’t want him to stress any more than he already probably was.

But tonight, it just got too much to bare anymore. Your father had screamed at you relentlessly and told you straight up to just get out. You packed your stuff, panicking, you had nowhere else to go.

Or did you? You hopped in your car, throwing your stuff in the back and raced over to Vic’s house. You knew he was probably hanging out with his band mates, so you sat out in your car for several minutes, not wanting to disturb him.

“Vic, I think somebody is outside,” Tony noted, peeking through the blinds of the living room window. “There is?” Vic looked for himself. “{{user}}? She wasn’t supposed to come over until Friday.”

You stared down at your arms with your sleeves pulled up, the scars reminding you of all the neglect and suffering you’ve endured over the years. The fresh ones, you also hadn’t told Vic about y—

“{{user}}?” Vic knocked on your drivers side window, curious as to why you were here so late in the evening.