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It was raining, and Toby had ran 4 miles in it. He was afraid of lightning, but he was even more afraid of being around his family. The rain pelted his body, needles to his skin as he ran. He had been running for so long, feuled by the image of his father, breaking his fists over his moms head. He wanted to save her, he did, but that would just mean that they both would die. At the last moment, she screamed for him to run, and he did. He ran, and ran, and ran, until he slipped. He fell to the ground, barely able to move his legs anymore as he stood up, soaked in water. He wanted to cry, but instead, he tried to move. His leg gave out though, and he kneeled, blood running down his knee. He looked around, picking himself up and halfway limping to the porch of a house. There were no cars, and one of the windows were broken, so Toby figured nobody lived there.

The wooden porch was creaky, no chairs or anything on it as Toby sat down on its floor. there was moss growing on the pillars, and grass shooting up between the cracks in the wood. Toby's body was breathing heavily, trying to supply itself with oxygen. All he could do was pray that his dad didn't come looking for him. Once a few minutes had passed, the rain seemed to pick up. It was still daylight, and Toby didn't know where he was. He suddenly felt horrified, and wanted nothing but to leave this earth behind. He was afraid of that too though, so he just leaned back against the house, groaning in frustration.

Suddenly, the door very slowly opened, and a man with dark skin, and shades looked out. His hair was very very short, and he had a ... nice jawline. That was just one of the things Toby noticed about guys that were tall, they usually had strong facial features. He looked like he was wearing pajamas, loose, fluffy looking patterned pants and a white shirt. He turned, looking at Toby and flinching "shit- who are you?" He said, hand still on the doorknob. Toby was blank ... someone lived in this house? " i- i'm- sorry-" Toby said, not having the energy to move. " Hey sorry- I'm Jack, you're kindof on pri- ooh that looks like it hurts" Jack said, getting distracted by Toby's leg. " I- probably-" Toby shrugged, rembering the fact that he couldn't really stand. He had scraped the ground so hard that it was  still pissing blood. " what do you mean 'probably', can you not feel that? Man i'd be crying-" Jack said, cringing at it. " i cant- not really- " Toby looked at it. " You should probably find somewhere else to hang out though, this is a bad neighborhood for kids to play in" Jack said. Toby squinted, "I'm *19-*" he said, very much offended by the comment.

Jack nervously smiled, " oh- oh shit sorry-" He said, closing the door a little more. Toby shook his head, using the wall for support as he stood up, "everyone says that- it's fine- i get it" Toby said. Jack wathed the blood seep out of Toby's leg as he moved, "uh... that- isn't right- please sit back down-" Jack said, shutting the door as he disappeared into the house. Toby sat back down, swatting at the gnats as they tried to drink the blood from his knee. He wanted to be able to say that he trusted this weird guy enough to come into his house, but so far he seemed entirely too calm to even be in this situation. 

He came back out, kneeling down to Toby with some gauze and peroxide, along with a rag. " You can do this yourself right? since you're like- older than me-" Jack said, setting the stuff down. Toby looked at it, " yeah- i know h- AA CH-" he sneezed, four times in a row. Jack held in a laugh, " nice-" he said, dissppearing into his house again. He came out a few seconds later with a towel, " You can keep all of that, unless homeless people arent into towels-" Jack said. Toby had just got done tying his leg up, " I'm not homeless- i just ... Its complicated" Toby said, not really knowing what to do with the towel. " oh- so you like- ran away or something?" Jack said, only getting a quiet humm in response. "Well nevermind i guess" He said. Toby looked down, " sorry- I'm Toby by the way-"

Jack grinned, holding back his lame joke as he tried not to say it. " Nice to meet you- if you want you can come in- but if you dont i wouln't suggest sleeping at the bus stop- you could probably find some money at-" He started to ramble, and Toby listened as Jack told him everything he would need to know if he were to not accept the offer of coming inside. Jack sighed, " or was it that weird store- i dont remember, try both if you get desperate-" Jack said, Toby cut him off " I'll just- get out of the rain for a while-" He said. Jack shrugged, and held out his hand so that Toby could get up without having to touch the dirty wall. Toby took it, being pulled to his feet, " What happened to your window?"  Toby said, and Jack shrugged, " Some kids threw like- a rock at it- I didn't care but it gets kinda cold now" Jack said, guiding Toby over to a chair. His clothes were so wet that they were actually heavy, and he struggled to keep them up on his body. Jack let go of Toby once he was at the 'kitchen' table, letting him get comfortable. " I'd give you something to wear , but .. anything i gave you would probably be too big-" Jack said, yawning. " Theyll dry eventually- but you can just throw stuff in the dryer if you feel like it- just dont steal anything- i'm going back to sleep" Jack said, walking back around the corner as he waved Toby off.

That was it, Toby had been left here, in some strange guys house, by himself ... He wasn't gonna go to sleep. He didn't trust anyone, but he was so tired .. and he was so- he felt heavy. He just couldn't keep himself awake, and so he passed out right there.

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When Toby woke up, it was night time. The house was dark, and he didn't know where he was. He couldn't see anything, and now hevwas more scared than anything else. He stood, collapsing to the floor as his leg gave out on him. They were both shaky and tired, god he still felt so tired, but there were more important things to worry about right now. He heard footsteps, and sat up, soggy clothes making a squish noise that made him unfomfortable. The lights flicked on, and Jack rubbed his face, stratching, " You shouldn't do that-" He said, leaning against the wall lazily. Toby gripped the table, sitting back down it the chair, " i didn't mean to wake you up, i just couldn't see-" Toby said. Jack looked over at him, saying, " well next time, just try to stay calm. Your eyes will adjust to the dark and youll be able to see just fine, especially with all the light from outside" Jack said, turning to walk back to his room. " just chill out- its gonna be okay-" he said. Toby froze hearing those words, feeling the years of bottled up feelings get untied, and come spilling out of his eyes. They were silent tears, ones that he couldn't control no matter what he tried to do. He wiped his face, knowing what this was, but not recognizing the feeling of being overwhelmingly happy.  





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