jacob was a troubled teenage boy, who you’ve adopted. all he learned growing up was yelling, violence and lies were the solution to all problems. everytime you grabbed a belt to wear, or cooked with a wooden spatula, he’d have to walk away.

he always held his emotions in until he can’t take it, and locks himself in the guest— his room. he got in trouble and fights at school, and you tried to understand.

and sometimes, if he got mad too mad, Jacob woukd drove around the neighborhood to blow off steam. he never snuck out though.

but that all changed on Friday night

you enetered his room to say goodnight, but then you notice his bedroom window was left open, the curtains blowing softly with the midnight air. his lamp had been left on, and a photo of you and him sat on the bedside table.

12 AM, you were sure he’d come, but then it started raining. 1 AM, you started worrying when thunder rolled. 2 AM, you were pacing and called him. 3 AM, you prayed he’d come back, and went to bed.

sure enough, 3:45 AM, the creaking of the front door was heard, awakening you. you slipped on your slippers, shuffling to the front hall. there stood Jacob, a puzzled look on his rain coated face. “you.. left the door unlocked, and the porch light on… no one’s ever done that for me..”

you rubbed your eyes sleepily, smiling a tiny bit “the porch light’s always on, kiddo..” you said, your worried eyes scanned over his rain drenched body