Back and Forth

Chapter Nine

 To lazy to edit yet, so excuse any mistakes.

  I serve food on the trays for people in need to grab. Jeff is beside me doing the same thing. I'm here trying to keep my mind off of Zayn. I haven't spoken to him in five days. He has been ignoring my calls and hasn't returned any of them.

   "Look who's here," Jeff's smiles and points to a familiar six year old walking towards us.

   "Kasie!" he calls and rushes towards us.

   "Hey, Mikey," I smile at him.

   "I could have nother cookie?" he asks.

   "Don't you want to eat more than one cookie?" I ask him.

  "Can I have two?" his eyes light up.

   "Fine," I add another cookie to a tray. "Take this, and don't just eat the cookies." I hand him the tray of food and we walks off to a near by table.

   "He really likes you," Jeff tells me.

   "Yeah, I like him too. It's sad that he doesn't really have anyone to look after him."

   "He has a sister doesn't he?" Jeff asks.

   "Yeah, but she's only like what 16? She needs someone too," I sigh at how unfair life is.  

   "That's what a lot of people think and say, yet no one ever does anything about it," he says.

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well not just with Mikey and his sister, but with all these people, all the people in world who are in need," he takes in a deep breath. "Sure you can't help all of them, but just helping one of them helps."

   "So, basically you're telling to shut up about how fucked up it is and do something about it myself," I look at Jeff and giggle.

   "That's exactly what I was saying," he laughs too.

   "What should I do?" I ask hoping he will have an idea.

   "Just be their friend, see if they need anything and go from there," he tells me and I hum in response while looking at Mikey.

....

   "Are you sure your mamas home Mikey?" I ask him as we ride in the elevator to his apartment.

   "Mummy doesn't leave till right before dinner," he tells me. It is now lunch time so I hope he is right.

   I knock on his apartment door and he gives me that confusing expression like last time. I hear shuffling on the other side as we wait. A few minutes later the door opens, revealing a lady who looks to be in her thirties. Her thin straight brown hair is knotted and she has minimal clothing on. Her lips are chapped and she looks as if she could barley keep her eyes open. I hope Mikey didn't mean it when he said I looked like her.

   "Hello," I begin introducing myself. "I'm Kasie, I volunteer-"

   "What do you want?" she interrupts me.

   "I am just bringing Mikey home," I motion to her son.

   "Oh there you are," she says flatly to him. "Well come in!" She opens the door wider and I cautiously walk in.

  An immediate stench feels my nostrils making me want to gag. The pizza boxes I bought them lie out on the coffee table along with beer and soda cans. There is trash literring the apartment and ashes smeared in the old beat up couch. How could anyone live like this?