"Wait what?" I asked.

"You deserve better than the streets," Garret said.

I internally panicked, but I calmed myself down, and looked down to the ground, grabbing the loose dry dirt. "Better than any sort of false hope," I said sadly.

"What do you mean?" He asked clearly confused at my sad statement after sounding excited.

I couldn't say anything about my abuse, I would but it was like something was holding me back. So I looked like I was going to cry again. Which made Garret visibly worried. So I took I'm a deep breath and tried my best to try not to be so cryptic. "Giving myself false hope that someone will be different and actually care about me," I said trying my best to not be that cryptid.

"Well I care about you," Garret said.

"Not you, the ones who say they'll take great care of me but then don't causing me to live on the streets. The streets are basically my friend, the only thing I could trust, until today. Now I'm safe nowhere." I became flustered with myself, only making myself more reluctant to speak and not wanting to tell him more.

But he hugged me as if telling me that I didn't have to explain. That he would keep me safe, but I knew he couldn't because I got snapped back into reality and heard police sirens.

'Fuck.'

(Okay I was trying to find something for a different version to make this longer but trying to make this longer was giving me like a writers block so, short chapter. BUT NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE FILLED WITH COMPLETE HOPE BECAUSE THE TITLE WILL BE COMPLETELY FULFILLED! OKay but thank you guys honestly