I knew the rule, every two weeks are visits then after four visits it goes to monthly, then after two monthly visits, it goes on, until she barely visits. 

The first week went by fast but during it, he seemed to deteriorate, badly, and having withdrawal symptoms like someone who gets addicted to something would have. So I made the assumption that he did illegal drugs. He used a phone regularly and smoked regularly too, so it couldn't be withdrawl from those.

On Sunday he became antsy and irritated. You could tell that he had withdrawal symptoms if you know them, which I do since I've seen kids around me get them when now being allowed on their phones after two hours. It was ridiculous, to be honest.

So the next best thing was he did illegal drugs and every so often they do drug tests on the adopters to make sure that the child would be in a safe environment. Which can be stupid as the adopters who don't do drugs that usually do drugs, should do drugs since it would be safer that way, well, of course, depending on the type of drug.

I would just pray he would come up with an excuse because once she left he would be able to smoke or whatever.

The next day, however, seemed to be his breaking point as I woke up to him pounding on my door. My room didn't have a window and if it did then I would wait outside for him to cool down. So instead I hid in the closet which is what I did best. 

I heard the door break, causing me to go in a slight panic mode since I already have trust issues. I tried to see if I could somehow hide in here. Then I hit me. It's a double closet that leads to his room which has a window.

I set my half-ass plan in motion. I climbed to the back and it leads me to his half of the closet. I waited a few seconds, to see if I needed to hide on this side if he opens that door he didn't so I quietly open the door then closed it. But it creaked.

I freaked out I didn't know if I needed to hide or quickly make my way to the window. I hid to scared. to make my way to the window.

I hid under the bed since it was the best I could do. It was a tight fit and it made me more scared than I was before. I thought I was going to have an anxiety attack. But nothing happened he didn't come to the room so I slowly crawled under the bed closer to the window I got out from under the bed and opened the window.

I carefully got myself the cement ground and I sat there tired of running away, I'd just wait until he calmed down. That was the plan at least.

I grew tired not long after and I was just sitting outside so I feel asleep feeling safe.

3rd Person POV

Y/n lied there clueless as to wait was happening. They had left the house of a madman going on a rampage. It's a wonder on how he was ever able to adopt a child. After he found nothing in their room, he grew angrier and noticed his room had an open window. He knew where exactly it leads so he went to get the child.

He went out and grabbed the child waking them up sending them into shock. They feared for their life as much as they have before and adrenaline came in rushing to the system. 

Y/n fought the man and even cried out for help but no one came to her rescue. So with the adrenaline, they did the most logical thing. Go for his sensitive spot. That has always been their plan whenever they could they punch it and out of their grip they ran.

Y/n ran fast and hard, bumping into people them telling them to mind where they walk but not taking into account that it was a child. They never let up from running even when it pained them and they stopped when they fell to the ground, then fear began to build. No, it was anxiety, of being found by Jax and being taken back and being abused; or maybe it was for the police finding them and turning them back to the foster system and being put in another abusive house.

 They couldn't take it, the stares they had gotten or the fear so they picked themselves up and continued to a place they've always hide before. The same small alley they've hidden countless other times.

They squished their body down the alley like they have before and sat, they fell back asleep despite the fact it was only slightly past mid-day. They sept through the rest of the day and night before waking. and then wondering "What the hell am I going to do?"

(So I hoped you enjoyed, call back to the first chapter when I wrote the jumping out of the window and running away. I didn't make you run away at first because you wanted to give him a chance but then said fuck it and that happened so yeah. I hoped you enjoyed I'm trying my best the next chapter I hope to bring Garrett and the tiny house back into play. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, Until next time I bid you adieu~)