He couldn't go home now, not with a police car waiting for him there again. Jakob shivered. Darkness quickly gobbled up the remains of the day, leaving him hungry and cold. No, he couldn't go home. His parents would kill him.
"Our door is always open", the neighbor across the street had said after she found him drunk and beaten up on the side walk. She had looked at him worriedly, quite piercingly when she said that. He ignored her. There was no such thing as a trustworthy adult.
The neighbor's lights flickered on. He started walking down the hill.