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A/N ~ This is one is kinda sad at the beginning.I promise it has a good ending though. Read at your own risk.

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*David's POV* 

I sat on my bed unable to sleep. I looked at my clock. It read 2:28 AM. I flinched as I heard a glass bottle shatter outside my door. My parents were fighting again, and this had been going on since 10:00 PM last night. 

I remember a time when my parents didn't fight like this. A time when everything okay and Sarah was still here. Me and my big sister loved to hang out together. She was five years older than me and yet she never claimed to be too old to play with me.

Three years ago she left for college. The week before Thanksgiving break someone shot up the college. Sarah was one of the victims who died. Since then dad drinks all the time and mom works over time every chance she gets. Then when they get home they argue. Every. Single. Night.

I looked at the clock again as another bottle was smashed loudly outside my room. It was now about 3:00 AM. I quietly got out of bed and opened my closet pulling out an old duffel bag. I packed it with as many clothes as I could fit. I then changed into a pair of jeans, a long sleeve shirt, my tennis shoes, and a jacket. I found all the money I could in my room and grabbed my keys. I looked one last time upon my room before crawling through the window into the chilly night. 

I crossed the lawn to my truck. I climbed into the driver seat. I said a quick prayer that my parents wouldn't here me when I left. I took a deep breath and turned the key. I left the house that never loved me in the distance as I drove into the night.

I drove quickly to the only destination I knew I could go to right now. I parked in the drive way of the familiar house and hoped I wasn't about to get in trouble for being here at such and ungodly hour. I climbed out of my truck and went to one of the windows of the house. I tapped quietly hopping she had not fallen asleep in the 10 minutes it took to get over here. I waited in the cold and shivered as a breeze blew past me. The window finally slid open.

"David?" came the honey sweet voice of my girlfriend. 

"Hey Mel... Sorry it's so late. And sorry to have woken you earlier. I just couldn't stand it any longer. I had to get out of that living hell. I hope it's okay I'm here..." I spoke quickly and nervously. I had not told her my plan and I wasn't even sure if she would let my stay with her tonight.

"I don't mind at all. I understand. Now come inside before you catch a cold!" I chuckled at her stern voice and obeyed her, climbing in through the window. 

"Do you think your parents will get mad when they find out I'm here?" I inquired, suddenly scared that her parents would kick me out as soon as they found out I was here. 

"I'm sure that they will understand the circumstances like I do. Don't worry about." She smiled reassuringly. I sat on her bed and she copied me. She laid her head on my shoulder. A gesture meant to comfort me. A gesture that worked. I laid my head on hers and let out a sigh.

"I don't know what to do now. I can't go back to that place. It isn't safe." I let out another sigh, but this one was shaky. I was on the edge of falling apart. I didn't have a home anymore and didn't know if I ever would again. 

"It's okay. You can stay here as long as you need. I will make sure my parents let you stay." She lifted her head to look me in the eyes. "I will make sure you have a home. Don't you worry." She sounded so sure of herself, and I believed her. I leaned forward and kissed her. It was a simple, soft kiss filled with hope and love. All of a sudden I knew I would be fine because my home was right here. In my girlfriends loving, caring embrace.