Renegade

"I can't fucking stand them..." he murmured, his voice low and tired, yet dangerous. "I hate them, so much..."

"Parents?" I inquired, chewing my bottom lip and he nodded his head stiffly, taking another inhale.

He held the cigarette out to me, holding the smoke in his mouth for a few seconds before letting it go. I shook my head slightly, keeping my arms around myself.

"How long have you been out here?" I asked quietly.

"Since I called you from the pay phone," he replied, keeping his eyes straight ahead. "Didn't want be in that shit hole anymore."

"You can't live in your car Harry..."

"Watch me," he snapped, turning his head slightly towards where I was.