Jason had nights like this down to a science. It was routine. His stepfather, James Quinn, all magical being and "can do no wrong" persona, would get angry. First it was breaking glasses, then it became more physical. Jason tried to fight back and protect his mother, but it was getting out of hand. It was routine, like he said. Jumping out his window, calling the police, and running off to Cassie's house, his childhood best friend. That was what he did. Running was his specialty, but how many times was he willing to run before the people he loved suffered?