Run away from home.

You don't see where you have a choice. You could spend a lifetime paying back your parents for this damage and never come close. Not that you expect your lifetime would last very long once your father gets his hands on you.

You decide the best bet is too get out of Dodge while the gettings good. You pack a bag full of boy clothes, with just a few sissy outfits in case you need to turn on the charm, or turn some tricks to make ends meet. All you have is forty eight dollars and change you found from the little Dirk didn't steal. You hope you find some kind soul to take you in soon, but from your experience, you have never been able to depend on the kindness of strangers.

You leave a brief note of apology and goodbyes, and **** back the tears as you realize that you might never see your family again. Granted, most of them have always been awful, but they are the only family you have. You tell yourself that someday maybe they'll forgive you, but you don't really believe it.

It's raining when you set out...of course. And it takes ages for you to figure out a bus route to head downtown. You had the foresight to google shelters and food banks, and they all seemed to be in the thick of downtown. Which means you will be going from suburbs to skid row, but near certain **** is slightly better than the fate that awaits you back home.

You can feel unfriendly eyes lurk over you on throughout the trip. Even in a hoody and baggy pants, you must give off a pretty boy prey vibe, because the predators are licking their lips. You tell yourself it is just your imagination, but you don't really believe it.

You finally arrive, half awake, strung out from your week of partying, and almost paralyzed with fear. But you have to make a decision. Where to spend the night. You could try a homeless shelter and hope to save some of your last few dollars on food. Or you could spend it all to rent a flophouse motel and go hungry but have one hopefully safe night of sleep.