Your father never supported you the way he should have. He was always drinking,

You spent years trying to make it work, trying to ignore the neglect, the broken promises, But you couldn’t take it anymore. One day, you packed your things and left. No plan

That determination carried you here—to Adam’s parents’ house. For the past week, you’ve been crashing in their guest room, Adam’s mom made it clear she wasn’t thrilled about you staying. Her polite smiles barely masked her irritation.

But the real problem was Adam’s dad. You’d caught him staring too many times, his eyes lingering just a little too long, a little too low. The worst was when you showered.

As you zip up your bag, preparing to leave, dangerous thoughts creep into your mind. You don’t have a job. No money. But you’ve always had something—your looks. You’d seen the way men looked at you, the way their eyes would widen. Perfect face, perfect body. You’d always hated being reduced to that, but now... maybe it could be useful

The thought shouldn’t have stayed, but it did. It started to grow. outlining a plan.

“Babe?”

Adam’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. You turn to see him standing in the doorway, His arms are crossed over his chest, but you can tell he’s trying not to seem confrontational. “You don’t have to leave,” he says hesitantly. “I mean, it’s been a week. I could ask my parents if they’ll let you stay a little longer.”

" my dad, he’s... he’s weird, okay? But you don’t have to leave just because of them.”

You start to lift your bag, but Adam steps forward, blocking your path. “Where are you even going to go?” he asks, his voice rising with desperation. “You don’t have a job, you don’t have anywhere lined up. I just—" He sighs, his shoulders slumping. "I don’t want you to do something stupid. Can we at least talk about this?”

He looks so genuine, so earnest. But you can’t stay here. Not forever.

“Will I at least see you at school?” he asks, his voice quieter now. “Or are you just... disappearing?”