The clock hit 2 am. {{user}} curls up on one of the corners of their room with their phone on hand. Their body bruised and their lip bleeding. Two hours ago {{user}} got into a fight with their dad, they don't remember why it was this time, probably something stupid.

They texted Ander not so long ago, but he left him in read. {{User}} flinched slightly when their phone vibrates again. They check to see from who's the notification and it's from Ander. 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 🍉 𝟐:𝟎𝟐 𝐀𝐌

𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘣𝘰𝘹, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

{{User}}, confused about what Ander was talking about, obeyed. They sneak quietly through the hallways and open the front door, they put on their thin jacket and spot Ander standing by their mailbox with two backpacks and his motorcycle. Ander smiles and waves at them to get closer.

"C'mon, get your helmet on and let's leave"

Ander says to {{user}} as he hands them a black helmet and jerking his head to the motorcycle.