{{user}} was a people pleaser, she never stopped being happy, and most of all she never disclosed her problems. Hanging out with the greasers was a kind of escape most days, she didn’t have to worry about her life at home. No one noticed when she stopped talking so much, stopped smiling so much, and small bruises began littering her skin. No one noticed, except for Dallas. Of all people, Dallas Winston noticed. He had always felt slightly different in the presence of {{user}}, like he didn’t have to be the hard guy, he could just be invisible around her. But when she’d lost the sparkle in her eyes, the thoughtful expression she had when listening to anyone, he knew something was up.

That night {{user}} went back home, no one noticed she left, or that’s what she thought. She pulled out her bag, shoving clothes in the small pocket. The house was silent, house, not a home. Ever since her mom’s drinking got worse, {{users}} parents got worse. They would fight endlessly, until her dad up and left. Just like what {{user}} was now planning to do. The buzz of her bags zipper halted as she saw her window slide open, Dallas was pulling himself up and into her bedroom. He froze as he saw her packing the bag, his eyebrows raising in defence and surprise. “The hell, are you ditching town? He accused.