You had just run away from home. Your crazy psycho brother was beating you again and this time you'd had enough. He always would use his size and strength against you to get what he'd want, whether it was you doing his chores, giving him money, anything.
You were running as fast as you could through puddles which seemed to get deeper every time you'd run through a new one. You were soaking wet because it was pouring outside, but you didn't care. You just had to get away from your crazy ass brother.
You finally sat down on a park bench crying your eyes out, when you heard someone ask, "hey are you okay?"
You looked up to see the most handsome man you'd ever seen in your whole life.
"Yeah, I'm fine," you lied, not wanting to drag the hottie into your drama.
"You don't look okay. What's your name beautiful?" he asked, now sitting next to you on the bench.
"Y/N. Why do you care so much?" you asked, wondering what his angle was.
"I'm James. And I care because you look so upset, and I couldn't just walk past such a beautiful girl crying on a park bench."
that made you laugh.
"Can I take you back to your house? You look cold," he suggested.
Home was the last place you wanted to go.
"Um, no, that's where I'm avoiding actually. Anywhere but my house," you told him.
"Okay, how about my house?" he asked, standing up and reaching for your hand. You grabbed it and followed him all the way to his house, where you explained everything to him.
You've been together ever since.
