Disclaimer: Resident Evil doesn't belong to me. This story, however, DOES belong to me.

Author's notes: I know, I've had awful, severe writer's block. I apologize, guys. I've been working on the second chapter of Happy Birthday, Princess a lot. So sorry for that, but I just couldn't leave it at where I dropped off. Special thanks to Daywalker64 for keeping on my butt for getting the new chapter up. I'm not going to lie, even if I plan this chapter out, it only works to an extent. These characters have all adopted their own minds, and I can't do anything to stop them. So... guys, let me know what you think about the chapter. I tried to make it a little longer since you had to wait like two weeks for an update. Sorry for that, guys. Anyways, please read and review. Thanks for sticking around, guys!

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Brad, now frantic and on the verge of tears, showed up on Sherry's doorstep as Anette was about to drive her to school.

"Oh, Brad..." Anette frowned, stopping in the driveway as she saw him approaching. "What's wrong? Did you forget something here?"

"M...my mom threw me out. I need somewhere to stay." He murmured softly.

"She threw you out?"

"All my stuff is on the lawn." He whimpered, feeling the hot tears form behind his eyes. He didn't want to cry in front of his girlfriend and her mother. Now that would just be embarrassing.

Sherry wrapped her arms around Brad's waist, hugging him close. "Can he stay, Mom?"

Annette gave a soft frown, but nodded, nonetheless. "Yeah... we'll move you in today. Come on, we can go get your stuff now."

"But, what about school?" Sherry asked, pulling away from Brad slowly. "I have a test today."

"Don't worry about it. This is more important."

They loaded all of Brad's things into the back of Annette's car. Brad was shaking, hardly able to hold onto everything. He honestly hadn't expected anything like this to happen. He knew now that Annette and Sherry would both have questions, and he didn't want to have to answer them. Brad was silent the entire time, just fighting to keep the tears back.

Finally, on the way home, Annette forced him to break his silence.

"Brad, why'd your mother kick you out?"

Brad was silent for a moment, brain buzzing for an appropriate answer. "We got in a fight."

"She hit you." Sherry said softly from the front seat, remembering from the night before when he'd come to her house to seek refuge with a bump on his head. "Then what, she kicked you out?" She watched him via the side mirror. He was slumped into the chair, eyes averted from her and stuck to the grey carpeted floor.

"Y-yeah." He murmured softly after a long while of silence. He couldn't just ignore the question, that would pretty much be obvious. "But not as much anymore. No blood, no bruises..." He trailed off.

"Why didn't you want to stay at my house?"

Honestly? Your Dad is scarier than my Mother. He thought, staring at the seat in front of him. "Because, Sherry. It's a touchy subject."

"But your mom's been hitting you! How come you didn't say anything before?"

"Because! It's not something you just blurt out!"

"Oh, Brad..." Sherry whimpered softly.

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"Rebecca, I need to talk to you."

She jumped, turning to see where the familiar voice came from. It was Billy and he was standing around the corner of the school building. She'd come early just to see him, despite her lack of sleep the night before, and was surprised when she'd found him waiting in the parking lot.

"Billy?"

"We have a problem, sweetheart."

"What's the problem?" She frowned, shifting her backpack off her shoulder and setting it into the ground.

"Principal Wesker. He's starting an investigation into our relationship."

She whimpered softly, looking up to him. He was so much taller than her. "S-so what's that mean? We can't see each other anymore?"

"Rebecca, you know I don't want that to happen."

"T-then what is gonna happen, Billy?"

"...have you ever been away from home?"

She frowned softly, rubbing lightly at her eyes. She didn't know where he was going, so she simply looked up at him with a questioning gaze.

"Like, at camp or on vacation before?"
She shook her head. Never been away for more than a few nights.

"Rebecca, I want you to run away with me."

She stared at him. "Run...away with you?"

"Rebecca, I could go to Jail for this. We could get split up. Nothing good can come of it."

"But...Billy...w-what about my mom? And School?"

"You said you loved me."

She was silent. It was the truth, she did love him, and she wouldn't forgive herself if he went to jail, and the last thing she wanted was for them to get split up. How long would they have to run for, anyways? A week or two? She could go a month, easy. It'd just be like a vacation with the most wonderful guy in the world, right? Then they would come home and everything would be back to normal.

"...yeah. Yeah, I'll do it, Billy."

The gym teacher gave a grin. "Thank you so much, Rebecca." He gently took her face in his hands, kissing her soft, pouty lips. "I love you."

"I love you too, Billy." She whispered back. The bell rang and she moved to head into class, but Billy grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. She looked to him. "What?"

"Rebecca, we have to get going."

"Now? But I've got school..." She looked to the building.

"No, we have to get going now. I'll drive you to your house so you can pack. Is your Mom at work yet?"

She nodded.

"Good."

They both piled into Billy's car. She sat silently beside him, feeling a sinking feeling in her stomach. She just didn't feel comfortable doing this, but she didn't want him to go to jail, either.

"You okay, dollface?"

She looked up to him, feeling tears spark in her eyes. She said nothing, unable to bring herself to do so. They pulled up into Rebecca's driveway, and she silently climbed out of the car.

She pulled her key out of her pocket, realizing she was shaking. She felt the metal slip out of her fingers and heard it hit the pavement.

"Rebecca? Are you okay?" There was a frown of concern from the older male.

"Y-yeah."

"You're shaking."

"S-sorry." She bent, scooping them up and holding onto them tighter now. She didn't want Billy to know how afraid she was.

Billy said nothing as he followed her into her house. He looked around, raising an eyebrow. It was fairly clean. He hadn't been in here before, as it had been too risky.

"I'll...be back, wait here, okay?" She smiled weakly before disappearing into her room, which he was sure was painted green.

Rebecca closed her door behind her, rubbing her eyes hard to keep herself from bursting into tears. It had sounded like a good idea, but now she wasn't so sure. She'd have to leave everything, her house, her mother, her room, her bed... and she wasn't ready for that.

But at the same time, she loved him with all of her heart. She wanted to be with him...

She sat on her bed for a moment, trying to think and regain her composure. She wanted to talk to Billy first before she even packed. She wanted to see how long she would be gone for before she decided finally to go or make him go alone.

She stepped out of her room with a shaky breath. "Billy?"

"Yes, dollface?"

"What...how long would we be gone?"

"Not very long."

"I want a time amount, Billy." She murmured softly.

"...A few months, maybe shorter. It depends if this blows over soon or not."

She whimpered. A few months away from home? "I...B-billy..."

"Rebecca, what's wrong?"

"I'm scared." She whispered.

"Scared? Of what?"

"Scared of being away from home, and my friends, and my mom." She whimpered softly. "I'm just scared."

"Rebecca..." He frowned, wrapping his arms around her. "Don't be scared, I'll be here for you..." He murmured softly, stroking her short hair. "It'll be okay."

She whimpered, hiding her face in his chest and breathing in the scent of his cologne. It had become such a soothing scent lately. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down.

"It'll be okay, Rebecca." He repeated softly.

She sniffled softly, rubbing her eyes. She looked up to him. "It'll be okay." She repeated back to him.

He smiled, wiping her tears away. "That's right. Now will you pack?"

She nodded, biting her lip and disappearing back into her room. She pulled out her biggest suitcase, beginning to pile it with clothes. Pajamas, dresses, jeans, sweats, t-shirts, long sleeved shirts, panties, bras, sandals and tennis shoes and a handful of socks. On top she put her cell phone and charger. What if her mother needed to contact her? What if they got stranded somewhere? She zipped it closed, looking for anything else she'd need to take. She grabbed a hoodie, tying it around her waist. It could be cold where they were going.

She pulled the suitcase off her bed, sniffling softly still. She felt more assured now, but she was still hesitant to leave her home behind. But it was only for a little while, and she'd be able to come home soon and resume her life as it was now.

She dragged the heavy suitcase into the living room, where Billy took it from there. He put it into the back of his trunk as she climbed into the front passenger seat. She sat quietly, watching him in the rearview mirror.

He slipped into the driver's side now, glancing over to her with a smile. "Where should we go?"

She shrugged lightly. "Somewhere not too far away?" She smiled weakly, looking to the floor now. She wondered how long it would be before her mother knew she was gone.

Billy backed up out of the driveway, looking over his shoulder as he did so.

"Do we have to go to your house so you can pack?"

"No, I packed last night." He murmured, glancing over to her. "I was really hoping you'd say you'd come with me, Dollface."

She smiled weakly, looking up to him. "I'm glad that I decided to come... I'll get to spend all the time that I want with you..."