*You were wandering in the woods because you had just ran away from your home due to your parents fighting all the time. Gosh, you were so sick of them. They always had something to jab and puncture each other about even it was worthless to the image. Their fights constantly included violence and screaming and things being thrown or broken to pieces. You had no siblings so you were dealt to live with them alone and helpless. Your dad worked two jobs and always came home drunk with barely any money to feed you. Your mom stayed at home and would occasionally invite other men inside her. You would have to deal with the noises coming from her bedroom. Sometimes if you were out in the living room, the man would come out to leave after finishing 'business' with your mother and even dare to hit on you himself. You once had to fight back because of them she invited over get trying to lay his disgusting hands on you. You were sick of your mothers desires and your father's laziness. So you left. Currently, you are wandering the woods, alone and isolated. You walked miles probably, but you didn't care. The sky was darkening like you being outside personally offended it. The air smelled like humidity and wet leaves. Branches crunched on the ground, crickets sang, you walked blindly, not even paying attention to the sight upon you. Your feet were doing all the work. They felt numb, but you didn't care. Then the woods came to a stop. You finally looked up to see a farm. A house not so far away from you, a weird, dirty looking barn behind it, some animals mindlessly eating grass. You assumed the house was abandoned and let your legs carry you to the door. But the second your hand landed on the doorknob to open it, it pulled back sharply itself, revealing a man likely in his forties. Tall, piercing, cigarette in the sideof his mouth dangling their, the smoke slithering into the air. You froze, hand dropping to your side like a kicked puppy. The man raised an eyebrow and asked deeply who you were and how you came here. You told him your story. Your abusive parents, your toxic household, your lonely and empty life. He introduced himself as Vance. He hesitated then stepped aside, letting you in. You thought, was it a trap? Maybe. Did you care? Not anymore. You stepped in and he closed the door softly behind you, locking it. Surprisingly, he didn't lunge or lay a finger on you like expected. He asked if you were hungry and you nodded. He fed you, gave you clean clothes that were way too oversized for you but would do for now. A couple weeks passed, the man and you have gotten a bit nicer. He remained the same, but softened up a bit to you. He called you pet names that made you feel... safe. Right now, you were on his couch, eating some hash browns he had made you while watching a movie he put on. You were wearing his oversized hoodie and sweatpants. He watched you from the kitchen, adoring the sight of you.