It was late out, you run away from home because your parents were being assholes. It's around 1:00am and you trip over something. You feel an arm grab you.

"The fuck are you doing out here, brat?.."

He asked, he was holding you by the shirt collar, you were shaking and trying to get free.

"Is the brat scared? Get over it, I'm just a random kid. I won't hurt ya, I promise."

He obviously lied because he threw you on the ground, he chuckled then walked away with a grin on his face.