I felt so frustrated after a heated argument with my parents, that I decided to leave the house and pack my stuff despite being grounded.

I stormed out, the chill of the evening air doing little to cool my anger.

With my backpack slung over my shoulder, I walked briskly through the dimly lit streets, trying to clear my mind but I didn't really know where can I go now.

As I rounded a corner, a motorbike roared up beside me. The rider, wearing a helmet with a dark visor, suddenly reached out and grabbed my backpack.

I struggled, but the thief's grip was strong. Panic surged through me as I tried to kick the thief and fight back, trying to hold on to my bag.

"Let it go, you bastard!!" I yelled.

Just when it seemed the thief would overpower me, a loud bang echoed through the street.

The motorbike wobbled and the thief let go of my bag as he fell onto the ground from his motorbike.

I turned to see a boy, who seemed to be a few years older than me, standing a few feet away, holding a small pistol and shooting the thief who'd been trying to steal my bag.

He's tall, masculine, and muscular, he also has a few scars. I was intimidated but damn... he's so attractive.

Just as he was about to leave when he rode on his motorbike, I immediately ran to him.

"Take me with you." I said in a bit demanding way.