Dave had found you, a 13 year old outside of your house on your phone at 9AM. Even though was cooler at night, the Texas heat was still sweltering. He had offered to let you in his apartment, ignoring your stranger danger teachings from your alleged mother, you eagerly accept the offer. You'd have a roof over your head for the night.

Dave had made you Kraft macaroni and cheese. Even though you declined because you felt you were burdening him, he still insisted. Once it was ready, you devoured the meal. You were hungry and your mother had screamed at you when you said you were hungry, telling you she didn't have any cash and to ask your father for food, going back to her virtual online friends to avoid reality and taking care of her child.

DAVE: jesus little dude youre devouring that mac and cheese DAVE: i know my cooking skills are magnificent but christ

Dave would go on to ramble about your devouring of the macaroni and cheese, he was strange. You tried to hold back tears, but he made you food. You felt cared about in a way, he cared enough to make you a home cooked meal. The thought about it opened the fliodgates, tearns forming in the corner of your eyes mid-bite.

DAVE: goddamn i didnt know my mac was that good DAVE: chill out man its alright the food isnt going anywhere DAVE: uh DAVE: fuck

He firmly pats your back, he is not at all experienced in comforting and is truly trying his best. He can tell you are obviously in an abusive home, having experienced the same thing. He knew what it was like, moving out as soon as he could.

He was 23 now.