All Because of an Accident|

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Abuse & Cabs
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:EDITED:

I WAS CONFUSED then.

Maybe his father was just an ass?

"Why?" I ask. My mind automatically went to the worst possible conclusion.

"Does your dad hit you?" I ask in a low voice as I pull away and look at him. Junior looks at me before quickly shaking his head.

"No, he doesn't!" He claimed. I furrowed my brows, not sure I believed him.

"Then why?" I ask.

"Because he'll yell at me too.." he mutters. My heart broke a little as he said that.

He's so sensitive! Ahh!

What do kids like?

What do kids l-

"How about we go get ice cream then take you home, okay?" I suggest. It's not like I can keep him here, his dad will most definitely call the cops.

His eyes widen, quickly being clear of all his tears. He smiles, nods, and grabs my hand. I take that as a 'hell yeah' and smile too.

I take my bag that holds my wallet, keys and my other things. Before we walk out of my house I turn to look at him.

"But seriously, do you know where you live?" I ask hopefully. I really did not want to be wandering around this neighborhood, holding up this kid like Simba and asking strangers whose child he was.

"Mhm!" He says proudly. I smile before looking at him again.

"Really?" I ask. I mean he's what, five or six? I barely knew my ABC's at that age, how the hell did he know where he lived?

"Yes, my dad made me memorize our address!" He says as he stands in front of the front door. I quirk an eyebrow.

That's weird, but in this case a good thing.

"Great! Let's go!" I was about to open the door before he reached forward and lightly tugged on my skirt. I looked down to see him point to his eyes.

"My eyes?" I ask as I put my hand on my face.

"You should take out your conracts if you're going to meet my dad." He stated and I look at him, confused.

"Why?"

"My dad doesn't like girls who has anything unnatural on their bodies." I sigh with a nod. I bend over me and pat his head.

"Thanks for the heads up. I'll take them out after we get ice cream. Let's go."

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We stopped by a local ice cream parlor and we took a seat. I asked him what flavor he wanted and he said a chocolate sundae. I looked at him with a funny look.