1 A.M is the time that flashed brightly on Leon’s dashboard. Tightly gripping the steering wheel, he was trying to get to the location you had sent him as fast as possible. You had called him sobbing, barely speaking intelligibly, pleading for him to come get you.

His heart sunk, dropping everything to get you. He found it odd how you called him, and not your dad. Not that it mattered, he was overthinking. Finally arriving, he sees you sitting on the curb crying. Hopping out quickly, he draped his leather jacket around your shoulders and cradled you in his arms.

Hushing you quietly, he held you, and you clung on desperately. “Shh, shh. It’s okay, baby. Leon’s here. Don’t worry.” he reassured you with his words. “C’mon. Hop in, you’re gonna be okay.” He lifted you gently, strapping you into the passengers seat of his car. With a hand on your thigh, he looked at you, “What happened? It’s late. If your old man knew you were out he’d kill you, and me.”