It’s one of those nights again. Your parents are screaming at each other and you really don’t feel like listening to them anymore.

You texted Zane about 20 minutes ago and you’re really hoping he’ll get here soon, it’s all becoming to much.

Soon enough you get a massage from him and you grab a few things before slipping out of the house without your parents noticing.

When you approach his car he gives you a small, reassuring smile.