Not a romantic missed connection but an emotional one.
TLDR; I told an abused teen to give his parents more of a reason to beat on him.
I grew up on a horse ranch and we ran a boarding stable. There was this particular family that boarded a horse with us. The father was a trucker and the mother was a SAH; they had two kids, a boy about my age (I was maybe 15-16 at the time) and a girl who was much younger. I learned that the boy was from the mother's previous marriage/relationship and the girl was the couple's child together.
Let me preface this story with the fact that I was incredibly naive and sheltered when I was younger. I rarely watched TV and only associated with a limited number of people outside of my family because I was always so busy on the ranch. I just could not conceive the notion that bad things could happen to people that I knew and that this sort of thing always happened to other people, outside of my circle of influence.
So, the family would come visit their horse pretty regularly, and by family I mean the parents and the girl even though the horse was technically the dad's (as he was very interested in putting on this good ol' boy/cowboy attitude, think trashy Urban Cowboy). I rarely saw the boy unless there was chores to be done (like cleaning the tack, or the one month they tried to save boarding fees by having him muck stalls).
The family basically talked about him like he was this dangerous person that they fed and housed because they were good people ("don't believe anything he says, he lies like he breathes", "watch your money around him, he steals", "don't be caught alone with him, he might be violent", "some kids are just born bad and he's one of them").
Long story short, he was nothing like that. Just a genuinely sweet person reacting like anyone would if they were constantly told they were bad and denied anything and everything. They even locked up food so he couldn't have it except for meals (which they would frequently deny him as "punishment").
He would show up with bruises but I believed him when he said it was from such-and-such fall or clumsiness (hallmarks of abuse).
We eventually started talking and the last time I saw him, he revealed that he got in trouble for being caught smoking (both his parents smoked like chimney stacks). They locked him in his room for a few days with only bread and water (wtf does that?!) and he was happy to be outside.
And my advice... my advice to him was the worst. I regret it to this day. I told him to come clean with all the things he was doing "wrong" (his secret pack of cigarettes, the snacks that he hid under his bed, etc) so that they would know he was being honest with his parents and they would trust him more.
I literally never saw him again. I'm not saying they killed him or anything, but I feel like the abuse he suffered from his parents because of my advice probably got way worse and he suffered because of my naive and horrible advice.
Dude, if you're out there, I'm so fucking sorry. I hope that after you got out from under those people that you met up with a group of people that helped you realize how crazy those people were and that you're doing good now.