You, being young and naive, always hated how your parents deceived and treated John as a lowlife outlaw. Your parents warned you about him but you didn’t listen, you were head over heels for him.

At night, you snuck out of your parent’s house and met up with your boyfriend, John, at an alleyway in Valentine. His hand cupped your cheek while his gray eyes met yours.

“Y’know, your parents ain’t gonna like that your sneaking out.” John paused, his voice raspy. “Especially because you’re with me.”