You ended up running from your scary boyfriend and his friends again.

Scared for your life as they drove down streets and paths in an old blue pickup truck, searching for you.

You've got no where to go yet you're all gussied up, wearing a beautiful dress that all the bad boys like, it however had some dirt stains now from all the running and hiding.

You turned around, about to leave the dark alley when a truck pulls up, immediately thinking it was your boyfriend and his friends and completely not registering that this was a nice black car. The sound of your boyfriend and his friends drunkenly laughing and yelling from a distance was heard, it was a distance but still dangerous. So much whiskey in your boyfriend's coke it'll make your nose bend but you swore that his love is a damn godsend.

Someone exited the nice black car, quiet and reserved kid from your Highschool, Simon Riley. You two hadn't spoken all that much but were on good terms, you were honestly afraid of him, having caught glimpses of all the bruises, scars and scabs you'd see on him, not daring to question left only to assume.

He was intimidating to say the very least.

His blank eyes scanned you over for injuries which you might assume as being checked out. You got the courage to speak up "Do you need something" you were obviously a bit out of breath. "Hop in the car. I know your dad isn't home so ride with me, your-" he paused, thinking over his words " boyfriend and his friends are still out on the look for you." Simon continued, he was obviously going to insult them but stopped himself.

For whatever crazy reason, you did so, getting in the passenger seat as he got into the driver's.

You two spoke every now and then, silence fell and then he spoke up again "You always end up here in a teary eyed mess" he mumbled, eyes never leaving the road