Pack his bags

Jake stayed awake throughout the night, contemplating his next move. Ultimately he was now very afraid of what his mother might do, now that she had the upper hand. He knew he had lost the war. Jake quietly went about grabbing a suitcase and filling it up with whatever he could think of. Clothes, laptop, wallet, phone charger, water bottle, a pillow and a blanket. Then he grabbed his backpack and started filling that as well.

Once packed, he slowly and quietly tiptoed downstairs and grabbed his keys. Just before he walked out the door, he looked back around the foyer, reminiscing on where he went wrong in life. Then he spotted his mother's purse. He dipped in, took some money out of her wallet and left. He locked the door behind him and ventured off down the street.

Jake grabbed his phone to call someone, but he realized that it was already 1 in the morning. He pondered on what to do. Eventually he settled on walking the few hours to get downtown and then popping into the 24 hour diner they have. That way he could grab a bite to eat while he waits for the rest of the world to wake up.

Many blocks and a few hours later, Jake arrived. He sat down to rest his feet and ordered a coffee and a large breakfast platter. Soon after scarfing everything down, he started dialing numbers.