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Noah.

"Noah?"

I look up to see Finn. I run towards Finn and wrap my arms around him sobbing like hell.

I soaked his shirt with my tears so I pulled away.

Right as I pulled away he pulled me back in.

So I just balled my eyes out.

I pulled away and drank some liquor. I took my daily pills and sat down.

I looked at the ground and stayed silent. I felt Finn sit beside me and pull me in.

I looked to my left and I saw that he closed his eyes. I put my arms around him and we stayed in that position for a while.

I pulled away and checked my phone.

Mother: I saw you on the news boy, come open and give me that money!
My son: are you drunk?
Mother: don't ask me that question and bring that MONEY!
My son: No
Mother: WHAT!?!
My son: bye
Mother: don't you dare say bye noah!
My son: sorry not sorry
Mother: NOAH!!
Seen 1:30 PM
Mother: NOAH ANSWER ME!
Seen 1:31 PM
My son: bye

I blocked my mother and decided to go for a quick daily run around Vancouver.

3 hours later

I decided to go back to Millie's.

When I got back I found everyone on their phones panicking.

"What's up?" I ask.

They all look up to me "where have you been it's been like 3 hours?!" Millie yells hugging me.

"I needed to calm down" I say.

"Where's Finn?" I ask. "He's in the clubhouse" they all say.

I walk to the clubhouse. When I walk in I see Finn laying in bed staring at a picture of me smiling. I walk towards him.

"Finn?" I ask.

He looks up right away and embraces me in his arms so hard I couldn't breathe.

"Why are you all bruised up and bloody?" He asks.

"I fell down a hill while going for a run" I say flinching at his touch.

But that's not what really happened...

Flashback to what happened.

I was going for a run when I bumped into some high school bullies who were looking for someone to beat up.

But little did I know my stepfather hired them to beat me up.

Since he was in jail for abusing and robbing. Oh and kidnapping. just like my f-father.

I've been running around since I lived with my poor excuse for a stepfather so he knows my schedule.

They kicked me, they punched me, threw me onto the ground. And stuff.

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