A life of A Runaway

The boy is 14 now.
He seems to be happy, at school, wherever his friends are.
But that just proves how much anyone knows.
He goes home at night at the last possible minute.
He walks through door and tries to sneak past the drunk and the whore
hoping they dont notice.
He gets upstairs and hears a cry.
"That boy is worthless, why make such a thing huh? Why?"
"Who cares get rid of him then you stupid drunk, then who will
clean the house, make the food, and take care of you?"
They must be fighting again he thought.
He looks at his closet and makes a choice.
He will run.
He grabs his cell and makes a call.
"Baby" he speaks.
"i love you always remember that and ill talk to you soon"
He takes his clothes and leaves,
Hes living in a closet now.
But to him its heaven.