"Shit!" I toss my phone across from as it rings.

My dads number showed up on the phone. I shrink into the corner as it rings and rings.

It's not loud, but it's there. It's there. He's there. He figured out I was gone and he's looking for me.

Why is he always looking for me?

I try to cover my ears through the panic attack that starts up, tears roll down my cheeks as I watch the phone light up over and over.

Pushing myself against the wall, All I can focus on is the constant ringing. That ringing is my dad.

He knows. He knows now.

It just rings forever, I don't know how long it's been ringing. He's called four times by now. He needs to go away!

"Shut up!" I scream as tears roll down. I pick up the phone -and like an idiot- I Answer. Maybe it would stop.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU YOU FUCKING BITCH!" I pull the phone away rom my ear as he screams. "YOU FUCKING PUSSY! YOUR JUST LIKE TOUR GOD DAMN MOM! YOUR A LITTLE FUCKING BITCH! WHERE ARE YOU!"

"I'm not telling you. Quit calling!"

"SHUT UP! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!"

"No where you'll get me!"

"OH TRUST ME YOU FUCKING FAGGOT! I WILL FUCKING FIND TOU AND KILL YOU FOR LEAVING! YOU HEAR ME BITCH! YOUR A DEAD MAN! I WILL FUCKING FIND YOU AND TOUCHER YOU UNTIL YOU CANT FUCKING REALIZE THAT YOUR STILL ALIVE AND YOULL WISH YOU WERE DEAD!" He hangs up and I drop the phone in horror. Whimpering as I watch my phone turn to a black screen.

I slam my body to the wall and shrink in tears. I don't fucking deserve this! I wrap myself in a ball and cry. I just want everything to stop. I want it all to go away. I want someone to fucking care about me for once in my life. I want someone here with me.

I want so much, but I know I'll never get it. i don't deserve it.

Crying at my dads threat, I shouldn't be scared. But I am. I am terrified of the man. I have reason to be scared, what he can do to me?

I have reasons to be scared.

Crying, holding my knees to my chest, I try to stop. I try to stop crying but it's hard. When a door slams open, I scream and hide my head.

Not realizing it's Hunter in the room, I hide or try to. It's my dad, it has to be my dad. He found me. Just like he said he would.

That's all I can think of. I'm scared of him.

"Woah!" Before I know it, Hunter is holding me in his arms even with my escape attempts and thrashing against him.

This isn't him.

"Tristan! Calm down. Stop, stop. It's Hunter, okay?"

"P-please don't hurt me. Please. I didn't do anything." Clutching onto his shirt, I let him through a blurry vision.

"I know. I know you didn't. It's okay."

"Please don't let him."

"I won't. Your safe right now okay. Calm down please. It's okay." His hands rub my back as I cry even harder now.

I don't get people telling me I am safe or okay, I've never been told it's okay.

I've never had someone to cry on or tell me that it's okay. So I just let Hunter do it. I let him hold me and let me cry, his hands rubbing my back as I break down and sit there sobbing, scared from a simple phone call.

At some point Hunter picks me up and set me in the bed, pulling away from me as i calm down. I don't know what he is doing right now. "Hunter?"

Wiping my eyes, I watch Hunter pick up my now completely cracked up phone and set it on his desk before tuning back to me.

"You should lay down Tristan." Shaking my head at him, I stand up and Wince before pacing around the room.

Not that I can really space because Hunter grabs me and holds me in place again. "Tristan. Stop. What happened?"

"M-My dad c-called me. I got scared I'm sorry. I should leave. Thanks for keeping me here over night but-"

"Stop. Your fine here Tristan. When I say he won't find you or get you while your here, I mean it."

"I'm just scared of him. I don't want him to find me. I don't want to see him ever again. He hurts."

"I know. I'm sorry you have to feel that way Tristan. You should try to sleep or nap...it's not that late but maybe it'll help you feel better?"

"S-Sure. Just...don't leave?"

"I won't leave. I'll make sure you safe." Sitting on the bed, I stare at the floor for a moment before I lay down on Hunter really warm bed again.

Rolling into my side where Hunter can't see me, I close my eyes and try to sleep as much as I can. It takes a while for me sleep, holding my arms close to me as I pretty much just stare at the wall.

After a while, I feel the bed dip and I assume it's Hunter in the other side of me. A hand is placed on my should, and it rubs my arms gently.

I like it.

Finally take this risk and closing my eyes, I give in and start to fall asleep. Turning to face Hunter as I do so.

After minutes of just laying with Hunter hand on my shoulder, I incoherently move closer to him. I don't know why, it just feels right.

Maybe it's because he was there for me, maybe it's because he said I was safe.

I don't know why. But I finally start to fall asleep as Hunters arm wraps around me calmly.

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