and it's dark on a cold December, but I've got you to keep me warm
"MAYA! Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Her mom yelled as she stumbled towards Maya, completely drunk.
Maya grabbed her keys, (not that she planned on coming back anytime soon,) and ran to the door. Her mom swiped at her but missed and then staggered onto the coach, apparently too intoxicated to pursue her. Maya ran out into the pouring rain, her boots slipping in the giant puddle forming in her porch, and she kept running until she got to the subway. It didn't matter if her mother was passed out-she still needed to put as much distant away from her mother as possible.
In her panicked haste, she had completely forgotten to tell Lucas she was on her way. She pulled out her phone, realizing she had forgotten to charge it after she had spent all night talking to Riley. Although she appeared okay, she was bursting beneath the seams. She pursed her lips and grinded her teeth extremely loudly, causing a little boy nearby to glance at her as if she were crazy and move away. She hoped she could make it in time to catch her connecting train but of course, luck was not in her favor. As she got off the subway, she climbed up the stairs out into the streets. She sprinted to the connecting train station-just as her train left.
She sat down in the pouring rain, furious at her mother, but more frustrated with herself. She knew she should have left the house before her mother came home. But she loved her mom and she just had to make sure her mom made it home. She hated herself for having a heart sometimes. It was one of the reasons she couldn't stand having Lucas around but loved him all the same. She pushed her anger aside and walked over to the timetable. The next subway wasn't until the next hour and she didn't have enough money for a taxi. She plopped herself onto the uncomfortably wet bench and crossed her legs, looking utterly dejected. Drops of rain trickled down her face as she stared off in the distance-at least, she thought they were drops of rain until she heard a strange garbled cry emitting from her own throat. Maya buried her face into her hands as the water continued to pour, whether from the sky or from her eyes she lost track.
As her sorrow washed over her, she didn't immediately register that the rain had stopped-or actually, it hadn't stopped. It simply was not raining over her. She lifted her head up, greeted by the sight of a jacket spread over her head. She tilted her head backwards to see its owner but her view was blocked when the jacket suddenly dropped onto her face, completely obscuring her vision. As the scent infiltrated her nostrils, a smile forced its way through her sadness. She felt the bench groan under the weight as a sudden surge of warmth came closer to her. She lifted the jacket up slowly and was greeted by his endearing smirk.
"Hey there, Clutterbucket," he said as he pulled her into him.
if you're broken i will mend you and keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging on