The door opened and we were met with John's dad standing on our porch. I saw John stand up and look his dad in the eye.

"What are you doing over here Johnny?" His dad slurred. In a burst of adrenaline, I stood in front of John. "Lass/lad, you don't want to be doing that." I set my jaw and stared down Mr. Constantine. My dad stood at the door, slightly blocking the way in. My mom was already on the phone to the police, asking them when they would arrive.

"She/he can do whatever she/he wants." John said confidently. I ventured a look behind me at him. There was no sign of fear in his eyes and he looked like he was ready to do something he should have done ages ago. "I'm here because they take care of me. I feel safe here. And that's how it's going to stay." John's father looked at him like he had grown another head.

"John Constantine, get your ass back home right this instant." His father ground out. John took my hand and moved to stand next to me, shaking his head. "Boy, watch yourself." My dad moved to block the doorway more but didn't say anything. Everyone knew this was up to John to do and no one wanted to stand in his way.

"No." John said. I watched as a smirk made its way on his face as the sirens were heard coming down our street. John jumped back as his father made a move to come in the door. My dad did his best to stop him but John's father was bigger and stronger. Before he could do anything, the police showed up. Everything was a whirlwind as they arrested John's dad and escorted John to a police car. I watched as John looked back at me with a smile. He gave me a nod to let me know everything would be ok.

"Come on (Y/N)." My mom gently pulled me by my arm. "We're gonna go meet him at the station." I nodded as we headed to the car. I anxiously waited for the ride to be over. It didn't help that we had gotten stuck in traffic and then got stuck by a train. My mom reached behind her seat and put a comforting hand on my knee. "He's going to be ok. It's just taking a little longer for us to get there." I nodded as I bit my lip.

"I know it's a little silly what with John being in a police station surrounded by police," I sighed as I looked out the window. "But I'm worried that something is going to happen to him." My mom nodded as she shared a look with my dad.

"I know sweetie." My dad sent me a look in the rearview mirror. "We're almost there." My leg was bouncing in the backseat while I tried to wait patiently for the police station to come into view in the front windshield. As soon as we pulled up, I opened the door and dashed to the front of the building. I smiled as I saw John standing just inside, leaning against the wall while a police officer finished up with him.

"John!" I called as I ran into the station. He looked over at me and smiled before thanking the officer and pushing off the wall. His arms opened and I ran into them.

"(Y/N)." John whispered into my hair as he hugged me tightly. We stood there for a couple of minutes before he pulled back. "Whoa was that a rush." I laughed as he kissed my forehead.

"So I take it everything is working out?" I smiled at him as he nodded.

"Yeah. It worked out." John pulled me close again as my parents made their way into the station. They smiled at us and went to talk to one of the officers to see what they could do. "From what they are telling me, he's gonna be locked up for a while. Your parents can have custody until I turn 18 next month and then I'm on my own." I tightly gripped the back of John's trench as I nodded.

"Let's take tomorrow off of school and go look at that apartment." I mumbled into his shirt. John chuckled as he rested his cheek on my head. We sat down as we waited for my parents to finish talking to the police. I put my head on John's shoulder, closing my eyes for a second. "How's your leg?" John hummed against my head.

"Still stings a little. And it might have bled through the bandage." He murmured. I nodded and shifted to be more comfortable.

"I'll take a look at it in a little while." I nuzzled his neck. "We're going to have to stop by your house to grab your things and then we can clean it up and redress it and take care of your pants." John nodded again as he tightened his grip on me.

"Yeah. We will have to do that." John said quietly. My parents came back into the main area and came over to us.

"We're gonna head over to your house John and then we're going to call to make an appointment to look at the apartment for tomorrow." My dad said as John and I stood up. We headed out to the car and piled in. It was a quiet drive back home. When we finally arrived, John and I crossed the lawn and went into his house.

"For crying out loud." John muttered as his eyes widened and he looked between me and the room we had walked into. The entire room was torn apart, most likely in Mr. Constantine's drunken rage. He trudged through the room before turning down the hallway and entering his room. John and I started to pack up his belongings and made several trips to my house to drop it all off. When we had finally finished, John laid down on my bed to have his leg looked at. "Thank you." John looked up at me as I gingerly wiped the blood off his leg. I looked up at him and smiled.

"For what?" I asked. "For cleaning you up?" John shook his head and reached down to squeeze my hand.

"For everything. Cleaning me up. Helping me get to the point where I can ask for help. Helping me to the point where I finally get the help I need." John leaned closer to me. "For getting me out." I smiled as I teared up.

"It was nothing John. You had it in you. It just took some digging to bring it out of you." I reached up and cupped his cheek. John smiled at me before kissing me.

"(Y/N)?" He said, pulling away and biting his lip.

"Yeah John?" I could tell he was nervous. But I didn't want to push him. He was silent for a second before kissing me again.

"I love you." He breathed against my lips. I pulled back in shock. John looked at me nervously, waiting for me to say something. Within seconds, I tackled him in a hug.

"I love you too John." I whispered into his neck as I buried my head under his chin. "So much." John pulled back and kissed me with as much passion as he could.