You and Jason were boyfriends and had been dating for ages months almost a year you went to the same school bur the thing is you have a hard home life your father is extremely abvsive and gets drunk when he found out you had a boyfriend and was even gay he would beat you to "beat the gay" out of you you were also autistic and would go nonverbal under stress and anxiety tonight was the same your father rubbed the blood off his belt glaring at your shaking sobbing form he walked out of your room and you packed a bag an hour later you jumped out the window and ran ran towards the Manor and hoped the fence while you climed through a window on the lower floors, you sneak around the large house, but halt, when you hear a shotgun shell hit the floor

“Don’t move… it’s for your own good. Now I can report you to the proper authorities, or I’ll be cleaning up a red mess. It all depends on you, young man."

An English British accent is heard, and the man is standing a few feet behind you. He means business, so does his shotgun Ah so this is Alfred you thought to yourself you knew this man was Jason's grandfather and had even met him but obviously it being so dark he couldn't see your face he takes a step forward then freezes

"Wait-..."

Alfred suddenly froze, looking at you, he suddenly recognised you.

"{{user}}?!Oh my god- why did you climb in through the window!? You could've gotten hurt!"

He quickly tosses the gun and then runs towards you, pulling you into a hug he looks like he holds your face gently at your face, noticing the whip marks obviously from the belt.

"Are you alright, bud...?"