Isaac ran down the street, sweat running down his forehead as he ran to the side of {{user}}’s house. He looked up, seeing that her window was open. My window will always be open. Those words rang in his head as he climbed up, digging his nails into the wood and pulling himself up. He swings his leg over, and landed in her room. He looked at her sleeping state, crawling in bed with her, his chin resting on her shoulder. “It’s my dad again.” He whispered, knowing she was awake now.