Hello again guys! Yes, I've written yet another story x'D But I haven't updated none of my current stories ;n; Welp, I'm going back to school in exactly 2 weeks, so expect a shit ton of updates.

Anyway, I was at my aunt's house all day yesterday when I wrote this, so that explains why it's really short. I apologize for it not being as great of a start as most of my other stories ; n ;

June 6, 1984. Today is the best day of Murdoc Niccals's life. Today he was turning 18, meaning he was legal and could live on his own. He overheard his father on the phone with someone. His father was planning on waking him up and kicking him out, not caring where he got his next meal from, or if he were to survive or not on his own.

He had a whole other plan, though.

He was going to run away.

Run away for all of the abuse.

Run away from the unhappiness.

Run away from what was his father.

Jacob has put him through so much over the years. Forcibly making Murdoc dress up to sing so he could get beer money, not caring how much he was beaten in school, and even beating him himself. This was Murdoc's only chance to get away from it all before this Hell sucked him into the point of no return.

And if Murdoc didn't know anything, he knew one thing for sure.

He wasn't passing up this opportunity.

He was supposed to go with his older brother. Despite the abuse he got from him, Murdoc still looked up to Hannibal, though he will never admit it. When the teen was younger he and often talk about leaving the Hell hole they called home together in those rare moments they weren't fighting.

Unfortunately, Hannibal left Murdoc. The younger Niccals caught him sneaking out of his bedroom window with his belongings in a bag he was taking.

"I'm sorry little brother." Hannibal said to him as he ruffled his hair. "I promise to come back for you once I get myself together.

"But what if Jacob kills me before you come back?" Murdoc asked with widened eyes.

"Then I'll be sure to kill him." The older Niccals turned to jump out of the window. But before he did, he turned back to face his brother.

"Be safe."

"I will."

And he was out.

That day never came. Hannibal was thrown in prison for fraud with a 30-year sentence and a bond of 1.5 million dollars.

Of course his ass of a father wasn't going to bail him out.

That night Murdoc hadn't gotten any sleep. He was too busy packing up what he was taking with him. He didn't know when his father was coming to give his 'rude awakening', so he wanted to be gone before he came.

Jacob left the house at 8:00 to go to the pub. That was a good thing, since Murdoc had enough time to pack and be gone without a trace.

The bad part about it was the fact that it was nearing 12 am and his father would be walking back in their shit home any minute and Murdoc still had to get a couple of necessities. More specifically, a few wads of cash his father had stored away somewhere.

They youngest Niccals knew he had it hidden in his room in a vault somewhere. He went to Sebastian's room and carefully rummaged through the mess of clothes, beer bottles, and other trash, making sure not to make it look like he'd even been there. After minutes of searching, Murdoc finally found it, along with the code to open it illegibly scribbled on it moments earlier. He quickly put it in and took 3 handfuls of cash and put them in his bag. He would've took it all, but just in case his father somehow found him again when he made it big, he didn't want him angry over the fact that he'd stolen all of his money and wanted it back.

Murdoc put the safe back where he found it and hurriedly ran to his room. He found a piece of paper and pencil and jotted something down onto it before placing it on his bed and running to the front door and leaving out of it. He made sure to go in the opposite direction his father went to further prevent the eldest Niccals from finding him.

THE NEXT FEW MINUTES

Jacob came stumbling back inside of his shithole angry and going to take it out on Murdoc.

Or so he thought.

He tramped up the stairs to his youngest son's room and kicked the door in to find that Murdoc wasn't there. He searched throughout his room looking for the teen mumbling little things like "Come out from hiding you little faggot." Finally he stopped and just as he was about to turn and search the rest of the house the note to him from the youngest Niccals sitting on his bed caught his eye through his peripheral. He picked it up and read it aloud.

"See you in Hell you son of a bitch."

Jacob simply smirked and shrugged, balling the note up and tossing it aside over his shoulder, wishing Murdoc the worst of luck on his own in the world.

And just like that, he was gone. He never even looked back at the place he called home for 18 years. Why? Because, 'home' isn't a place you hate. 'Home' isn't filled with so much sadness and abuse.

He would soon realize maybe planet Earth isn't home.