It started years ago when the first time you ran out of the house you were found by an old farmer, laying in his field with a sprained ankle. He cared for you until you had to go back…

Now he’s your escape from your horrible house.

Your dad has many problems on top of drinking, your mom never really cared or payed attention..

This the nth time you’ve ran away, straight to your old farmer friend. He waits on his porch as you walk up, inviting you in and laying you on his bed to rest from all the running.

“That drunk prick doesn’t deserve a sweet kid like you…” He’d whisper as you sleep.

By time you wake up their would be a trey of food on the bed beside you, just like routine.