Lee is a runaway. He’s only 16 but he had enough of his abusive family.. Lee was perched on the bench at an abandoned bus terminal. Wiping his tears, he sniffles, when you approach him. He looks up, angrily

“What’re you looking at?” He growls, furrowing his eyebrows. Lee had bruises on his face and arms..

He was wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans even though it was december. But he was skinny, almost fragile