I was 10 years old when I ran away from home. And, much like Lucy Heartfilia, I was born into a wealthy family. The Justine household didn't make a name for themselves like the Heartfilia's...it just sort of came with being a "Justine". It was like we were handed everything on a silver platter.

At a young age, I had discovered I had no interest in females. I was 7 at that time when one of my friends caught me staring at a cute blonde boy in the class.

"Freed," there was a tap on my shoulder. "Why are you staring at Alan?"

"Hm?" Freed answered. "Was I staring? Guess I couldn't help it... he's really cute.."

"Cute?" His friend was taken aback, but then laughed. "I swear, the way you talk sometimes...it almost sounds like a girl!"

The whole class ended up hearing him and started laughing. "Justine is a homo!" they kept on chanting over and over again.

I went home with tears in my eyes that day. I ran to my mother and cried in her arms. "Mother, the kids at school are calling me a 'homo'! What does that even mean?"

My mother sighed. "Well, it means that you like boys and not girls.." She ran a hair through his shoulder length hair. "You need a haircut. Come on Freed. Let's go cut it-"

"But mother!" I protested. "I love my hair! Don't cut it!"

"If it gets any longer, then the kids in class will make fun of you for looking like a girl sweetie-"

"I don't care mother! I can deal with the teasing and name calling if it means you don't cut my hair!"

My mother sighed again. "What am I going to do with you Freed? Fine, I won't cut your hair, but don't you dare come crying to me if you get picked on because of it."

I held up a thumbs up. "Don't worry mother. I am aspiring to become an excellent wizard someday. I can handle myself."

This was just the beginning. After that day, my mother started changing. She became more angry. She would hit me if something didn't go her way. It once got so bad that I had to wear long sleeves and pants just to cover all the bruises on my tiny body.

Nearly 2 years passed and I was starting to get used to it. My father had changed in the same aspect as my mother. When I asked if I was the reason for it, I just got slapped again and again.

And then my 10th birthday arrived. Like always, a birthday party was thrown for me, but this year, I wasn't allowed to invite any friends. My cake was made and was sitting on the table. Presents were sitting on the floor by the table. And I was in my room.

"Freed!" My mother yelled. "Get your gay ass out here if you want to celebrate your damn birthday!"

I winced at the nickname my mother used. "Y-yes mother!"

I made my way to the dining room and when I entered the room, my father slapped me in the face. "This is your damn party and you show up late? What the hell is wrong with you Freed?"

"I'm sorry sir.." I stared at my feet nervously.

"Like hell you are," he scoffed. "You aren't even thankful for anything we give you are you?"

"That's not true sir," I started, "I am very than-"

My father slapped me again, in the same spot as before. "No one told you to speak! You fucking gay bastard! You are no son of mine!"

In that moment, my mother grabbed the knife off the table and grabbed my hair, then cut it all off. My waist long hair was gone..now up to my ears. "I told you you needed a fucking haircut you asshole! Why don't you listen to what your parents say?"

My dad flung the cake off the table and it splattered on the floor. "Clean that up and get out of my damn sight!"

For the first time since all of this started, I finally broke down into tears. All the pain I had been holding back for years finally surfaced and I couldn't take it anymore. I remember feeling magic energy swirling around me and that was all. When I came to, I saw my parents banging on an invisible wall in front of them.

I stood up and saw runes floating above them reading, "the two shall not get out until I am 10 miles away from home."

I must've accidentally trapped them in there with my rune magic I was secretly learning. There was no way I could stay here now. Not after I used magic against my own parents..

I went to my room and packed all of my precious belongings and some clothes. I went to the kitchen and got food, enough to last a week if I stretched out the servings.

I turned around, giving my parents one last look before I headed out the door.