[Tw: Slight mention of Abuse]

     "I made a microwaved meal.. sorry that we don't have much to eat for now." Zahrah said. "Wasn't hungry much anyway." Trey replied. "It'll be there if you change your mind. I don't blame you though." Zahrah noted.

     "So...You should check out that place you wanted to work at." Zahrah suggested. "I will. Eventually." Trey said. "You can't keep hiding inside. He's long gone. He can't hurt you now." Zahrah reasoned. 

    "Can we stop talking about this?" Trey asked. "Alright.. but can we check out some of the stores though? I saw this cute shop with little plushies and stuff!" Zahrah begged. "Alright alright." Trey said, laughing.

     The two walk out to the car and drive down the street. "Are you glad you left?" Zahrah asked. "Away from that hellhole? Definitely." Trey answered. "Hm. By hellhole, you mean your childhood house and not the town altogether, don't you." Zahrah predicted. "Yeah.."

     "Well I'm glad we got to move here as well. No longer the same town as your father." Zahrah smiled. "Mhm. Nobody's going to stop us now." They said.  The two stopped the car. "We're here!" Zahrah smiled. 

While Zahrah was fawning over the stuffed animals and figurines in the store, Trey lingered over to the clothing section. "...hm.." Trey thought, looking at a shirt.

"Hey Zah?"

"Hm?"

"Does this look good?"

Zahrah gasped. "Oh my god it's adorable!"  "You really think so?" "Mhm!"

Trey giggled a bit. "If my dad saw me wearing this, he'd slap me into next Thursday." "..Trey.. don't joke about that! Also.. why?" Zahrah said. "He'd say it's too girly. He always hates anything that wasn't seen as masculine. If he disapproved, I paid for it." Trey said, looking at their arm. "..I.. I'm so sorry.." Zahrah said.

"The past is the past. Let's just get some more stuff, some groceries, and we can head home." Trey brushed it off. "Alright.." Zahrah said.