Plates smashing, screaming and crying. The night you ran away is a night you will never forget, you’d had a massive argument with your mother again over her trying to convince you to ‘be straight’, she had been even more against you ever since you came out as gay. Your mother was an extremely religious woman yet she seemed to never like to pay attention to your needs, only her own.

You’d ran to your room in tears waiting for her to go to sleep. After a few minutes of silence you had flung a bag over your shoulder packed with essentials and climbed out your window.

Your best friend, Quinn, had an abusive father. You both always planned to runaway but never went through with the plan. Until now. You knock on Quinn’s window, trying not to wake up his father; the window flings open and there is Quinn, sitting wrapped in a blanket, nervously peering around the window. “…{{user}}..? What are you doing here..! It’s almost 1am!” He whispered in a confused tone. “Quinn…let’s runaway” You whisper, taking his hand