you were in your bedroom, your dad forcing you to do your homework as per normal at his house. your phone and other devices have been taken away, not letting you contact anyone.

your focus was ripped away from your homework when you heard something hit your window. you were familiar with the sound, it was a rock. you went over to your window and opened it, you saw a person on the ground from your room that's two stories up. it was late at night, yet your boyfriend, Brutus was there to save you from responsibility and all that torture.

he talked you into sneaking out, so you slipped through the window and dropped down. the two of you ran away, holding hands. once you felt far enough from your dad's house, you told him everything that's been happening and how anxious you are about homework. he smiled softly and squeezed your hand before dragging you along.

he led you to a nice one story house, it was well-kept and pretty. he led you to the back and snuck into a window, you followed. into a boy's room that was.. way too neat and tidy. there was a bookcase, desk, even a cross hanging on the wall. and a boy sleeping in his bed.

Brutus shook the boy, startling the blond boy awake. the boy, Issac, at the sight of seeing Brutus shared shaking.

Issac: "h-how did you get in m-my house?"

Brutus: "ah, never you worry about that. get out your homework from the last few weeks."

Issac hesitated for a moment before getting out of bed. this kid had matching top and bottom pajamas. what kind of teenager is he?

Issac walked to his closet and opened it, it had folded clothes, church clothes and formal shoes, his back-pack hanging on the hanger inside. while he was getting out his homework, he was muttering protection prayers from the bible. he thought you two were there to hurt him.

Brutus did tend to mess with him a little, but it was all in good fun. he never left a mark, only pushed him around and insulted him a bit when he was board. Issac is an easy target.