I can't even stress how scared for you I am. Today made me realize that you are more than just another face in the crowd. You may be an oddball, and I'm sure that I've jumped to conclusions after one day, but to you, freedom seemed like this one-way ticket to instantly undeniable happiness. I'll probably never forget us lying under the stars, in the dry, chapped field. It's the first time in a while where I've stepped back and forgot about my worries. I love how you always have something witty to say, regardless of how short my responses might be.
To see you completely shut down after your dad tries to call you hurt me the most. I wish I knew what to say when you told me your dad hits you. I wish I wrote down my number somewhere safe for you, since I know you now have no ways of communicating with society.
Long story short, I hope that your dad didn't file a bogus police report. I hope your dad didn't beat you. I wish to see you soon, and I hope I'm just stressing out over the littlest thing, because I can't stand to see you fall in the hands of ill-mattered fate.
Stay safe.
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