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Jack was leaning against the wall of the house he was sitting against. He was a bloody mess, bruises everywhere and blood still coming from his split lip. Today had been the day when he had decided that enough was enough. He had fought back against his father's latest attack before running out of the house. Now he was here, wherever here was. Jack knew he couldn't go back, his father would be waiting for him. And Jack was determined not to put up with anymore abuse from the man. He hissed as he touched his lip before pulling his hood over his face. Sleep, he wanted to sleep so badly and almost succeeded in doing so if it wasn't for the voices and the sounds of footsteps coming closer to where he was. Jack's eyes landed on a small group that was currently chasing someone. He waited until the stranger passed him before sticking his leg out, causing the others to trip and fall to the ground.












