Before I start, I would like to say that Ronnie Anne's mom is a psychopath. And Escaped may contain scenes that are inappropriate for younger viewers. Enjoy!

"Mom! please!" Ronnie Anne cried, clutching a nasty gash in her arm, "I'm sorry!"

Ronnie screamed, her crazy, drunk mother bringing the broken glass down on her hand that protected her face. She ran upstairs, crying. Bobby ran after her, worried. He knew how close Ronnie was to leaving. He never had the courage to do it himself, and he would never leave his baby sister.

"Are you okay R.A.?" Bobby called out.

Ronnie was nursing her cuts, and she had just took out the rubbing alcohol.

"It's funny how alcohol ruined my life but also saved it," Ronnie sighed in a monotone.

Bobby chuckled, "Even in the worst of times, you can make me laugh,"

He let his eyes travel the room, his eyes settled on a big bag. The bag was partially open, and it contained clothes. It didn't just contain clothes, but almost all of Ronnie's possessions. Her posters of athletes were taken drown, leaving extremely white spots on the yellow, peeling walls. Her closet was empty, only containing few hangers.

"You're really doing it," Bobby whispered.

"Yep,"Ronnie said, wrapping a bandage around her cuts, "I've had enough of Madam Drunk-a-lot,"

"What're you going to do?" Bobby cried, his voice rising, "Become a hobo?"

"No," Ronnie said, emotionless, "Lame-o is letting me stay at his place,"

"But-"

"But what? Is it that I have so much to stay for, like premature death?" Ronnie snapped, "Abuse, an alcoholic, the best of the table scraps, and especially DEPRESSION!"

Bobby stood, silently. Ronnie Anne turned away. Tears welled up in her eyes. She slowly picked up her blue bag and walked over to a window.

"Goodbye, Boo Boo Bobby!" Ronnie Anne said, opening the window. Any tears that she was holding back before left her tear ducts. He could sense the humor in her voice, as if she knew what would happen next. The truth was, she probably did.

"Wait," An emotionally chocked voice said.

The words rung through the air until Ronnie faced Bobby.

"Let me pack my bags"

Ronnie ran back and wrapped her hands around Bobby. He wished the moment would never end, his sister had never hugged him like this before. It gave him a feeling of warmth that he barely felt before. The moment was over as soon as it started. When Ronnie detached from him, he ran to his room.

Bobby entered his room. He started packing, starting with his photos of Lori. Then Chu-Chu the Elephant. So on, so forth.

When he was done, he crept downstairs, and spotted his prize: a shiny, jagged piece of metal that rhymes with sees. When he went to pick up the keys, a slight jingle was heard. A sinister looking woman awoke from her lengthy slumber. She got up from the couch behind him and staggered to him, still holding a glass beer bottle.

"Whatcha you doin', BooBoo Bear?"

"RUN!" Bobby cried out as loud as he could. He knew that if he and Ronnie Anne didn't escape, they'd be in a world of pain. Maybe even out of this world, and not traveling the cosmos.

When he reached the top, he took his bag and jumped out the window, landing on the window overhang.

His mom stumbled over to the window and threw her broken beer bottle at Bobby's head. As soon as it connected, he groaned in serious pain.

When he got on the ground, he pushed open the car door, Ronnie already in shotgun. He put the keys and twisted. He heard the engine stalling and Mrs. Santiago's booming steps. When the door burst open revealing a less than pleased drunk woman, the engine finally sputtered to life.

"Take the wheel," He grunted, still in pain.

"Say WHAT?" Ronnie cried.

"Just DO IT!" Bobby shouted.

From the back, he pulled out a hanger.

"What're you planning to do? LAUNDRY?" Ronnie shouted, struggling to keep the car on the road. The car was swerving left and right.

"No, I saw this in a movie once!" Bobby shouted. He jammed it onto the accelerator. They did the occasional turning until a certain house appeared.

"Jump on the count of three!" Bobby shouted, before adjusting the wheel one last time.

"One!"

"Two!"

"THREE!"

They jumped, and landed on the Loud Residence. The two hid behind Vanzilla.

The neighbor's car passed by, following the Santiago car. The car was seldom driving straight and contained a women with an extreme case of hangover.

Bobby moaned, clutching the back of his head, before collapsing. Ronnie Anne ran and knocked furiously on the door, hoping to catch someone's attention. As he looked back at her wounded brother, wondering how bad it was. His gushing head proved it to be more than agony.

Lincoln opened the door, in his underwear, and a comic in the waistband. His lazy face changed to a concerned one.

"Come in!"

She dragged Bobby to the door, "Help. Please!"

A few hours later, Bobby was conscious, and their story had been told.

"Can you please keep us?" Ronnie pleaded .

"Of COURSE!" Rita cried.

"Ronnie and Bobby is with us," Lori called, she received a dirty glare from Lynn Sr.

"Fine! Bobby can stay with Lincoln!"

"Welcome to the Loud House dudes!" Luna shouted.

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