Matthew looked out the window and was doing his best to make the right calculations of jumping out the window and surviving. He didn't want to see them. Well he wanted to give them the gift of not having to see his face. He thought it was bad enough when they found out he was selling himself, but with the hell that happened last night. He knew they didn't want to see him. He didn't even want to see himself.
He looked at the window one last time before telling himself 'fuck it' and then a leg was over the ledge. He looked down and instantly fell woozy. Like he was going to vomit. At that moment he heard the loud engine of a car. Uncharacteristic for a Saturday morning, but he wouldn't question the small mercies. He didn't want someone alerting his parents that he was trying to escape through the window. That was the only reason he stopped.