Malachi was your older cousin, and lived a few blocks away from you. Your parents were torture. They were mentally and physically abusive. Every single day there was arguing, you getting grounded or just always getting the blame. And not to mention that you weren't allowed your phone before 10am and after 6pm. You hated your family. Your older sister, Freya, was all you had. She moved out though, which left you on your own to deal with that nightmare.

You had enough. One day, you didn't hand your parents your phone after 6, and they didn't even notice. It was 11pm, your parents were asleep, and you packed your things in a bag. Your phone, money, some snacks and a lot of spare clothes. You snuck out of your bedroom window and ran away. Malachi, being awake as he always was, looked out of his window and saw a faint figure running. It looked like.. you. You ran to the train station and bought train tickets. You got on the train and got off a few miles away. That's when Malachi called.