Running from them

Formally abused, and beaten, I escaped with a scar on my cheek and bruises across my body. I ran for days, along the coast of Washington. I hit Oregon on the fifth day of my escape, and that's when I met him. Anthony. I ran, literately, into him on the streets outside a small gas station. Scared, I simply ran from him. That's what I spent whole life doing, running from people. Why would I ever think this guy was any different? Until he caught up with me.

((Taking set in a parallel world where Anthony Kiedis is not a singer for RHCP))