#m.memphis

Memphis had run off again. Disappeared when things were getting to much for them; and they left without a single word, changed their number and didn’t want to come back. Memphis knew that they needed to tell someone’s at least one person so that they knew they were okay.

He pulled out their phone and typed in a number they had fully memorized.

Andi, please don’t hate me.

Was all they put into the message box, and they knew she would be pissed and there was even a chance she wouldn’t reply but they pressed send and it went into the void and they waited.

The young one's face glittered with fear and sadness. They had previously heard about this woman from Graham. The one single person in this world that Memphis could trust. "No--Please..don't...make me go back." He whispered, the fact that words were even coming out of his mouth was enough to have the boy's head pounding. "You don't know what it was like, how they..what they did." It came pouring out of him. "Please don't make me go back." His voice went soft.