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Wallter and Mark had been fighting again. This wasn’t a new thing. But...
It was late. Really late. After 1 AM. Lampert should have been sleeping by now, but he couldn't because of the yelling. They'd been at this for hours by now, and he had been lapsing in and out of focus from how tired he was.
"-and you're getting this mad, over what? Some drink I happen to enjoy?"
"IT'S NOT JUS' A DRINK, WALLTER! IT NE'ER WAS! YA-"
God, the yelling was loud. Wallter's voice was quieter, but angrier than Mark's. So much angrier. God, Lampert could barely even remember what they were fighting over. Some drink. Started with a G maybe..?
...Whatever. This happened so often now. Why couldn't they just get alo-
SLAM.
"...Ah. What was that..?" Lampert mumbled to himself as he got up- stumbling slightly from how tired he was- and dragged himself across his floor to his window just in time to see the family car pulling out of the driveway, his father Wallter in the front seat.
Oh.
He was leaving again. Last time he left, he was gone for a week... Frankly, Lampert didn't think he could handle another week like this, not with how Mark would get...
...Speaking of Mark! Still looking out the window, Lampert just barely managed to hear the basement door open- Mark only went down there when he drank, and when he drank, he could get... odd. Not abusive, heavens no, he was much too nice for that, just... weird. Distant, emotional, kind of creepy at times.
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Lampert didn't think he could deal with this any longer, not without a break. ("This" being his parents. He loves them to the moon and back, but as you can see here, they're a bit much.) He sighed slightly, standing up fully, suddenly quite awake now that the yelling had stopped, and crossed his room to pick up his backpack, before walking around his room, picking items up to bring with. He was already planning out a mental route to Kasper's house- Kas had been begging him to sleep over for the past month or so after all.
He grabbed some items, including but not limited to:
-3 sweaters (even though he was only staying for a night)
-4 pairs of pants
-More than 10 pairs of underwear
-2 binders
-Band-Aids
-Disinfectant
-A knife (for self defense, as it was late at night and he would be walking quite a distance)
-Snacks (he knew Kasper would appreciate it)
-A sketchbook and pencils
He walked over to his bedroom window, before pausing, debating whether or not to leave a note, before taking out his sketchbook, writing, "Don't worry, I'm safe, I'll be back tomorrow, love you," on a page, tearing it out, and setting it on his desk.
He opened the window, took a deep breath in, then climbed out, hanging on tightly to the window frame as he slowly- awkwardly, VERY awkwardly- turned around, trying not to fall, before closing the window. He let out a sigh of relief, then let go of the frame, falling fast.
...Maybe sneaking out via window was a bad idea when his bedroom was on the third floor.
(Chapter end for now hehe.. also dw he survives)