The one

Chapter Four

Todd walks up to the little boy and asks him his name. The little boy takes a second to respond, he starts crying and he says, "Evan.... My .. My name is ... Evan." I walk over to his and look at Todd in a way that tells him that I got this. I sit next to Evan, I tell him my name is Anna and then I ask were his parents are. Evan starts crying even more than before, "Mommy said I have to live alone now, daddy said they can't take care of me anymore..." Evan says sniffling. I ask if I can give him a hug, he accepts it and I hold his hand and tell him that I will take good care of him. Now that there's a kid with us I guess me and Todd have a extra mouth to feed. Good thing we got that 20 bucks, Evan plays with my hair as I stay up to watch him, Todd just got done watching him for 3 hours, Evans only 6 and he's practically ours now. This is going to be a little bit harder than it was but we couldn't have leave him there. I wonder why Evans parents couldn't take care of him, it couldn't have been child abuse. Then Evan wouldn't be with us he would still be abused. I think about it for a while, I search Evans body with my eyes looking for any cuts or bruises. I see some fresh cuts but I'm guessing he was crawling or fell on the way here. I feel sorry for the kid, he's so small and they leave him out here in this weather. It's storming really bad, lighting thunder and heavy rain. I don't understand why Evan isn't scared of it because I am, just a bit thought. Evan is wearing a blue shirt with yellow strips, and some tan shorts. As people drive by they look at us, I feel like I'm in a circus. All eyes are on me, I mean why wouldn't they stare. I am in public, were wearing dirty clothing and were homeless. It makes me wanna cry but it's true, we might stay homeless for a while, but as long as we have one another its all good. I think about what would happen if I went back with my old family, I image me being died or worse. All bruised up close to death but they just want me to feel more and more pain. Wanting me to suffer this my whole life. Im still watching Evan he's laying in my lap. Shit..... Not again, I'm trying to get my mind of it but its to late. Im having another flashback, but this time I'm somewhere different. I don't really remember where we are until my brother walks in, I'm at my old house. It's Christmas, my brother has bruises on his arms and legs. The sad thing is he all ways tried to stick up for me, tried to make the abuse stop he's only 13 and he can get hurt. I wish I could do something but every time I try I get punched. My brother whispers, "Hurry up and hide mom is mad!" I don't remember this room very well but I hide under my bed and but a blanket in front of me until my whole body is covered. My mom is crying but she's stomping.... I remember now this is when we lived with her ex-boyfriend. His name was Nick, he's a drug addict he was a terrible guy. He took a bunch of money from our mom to use for the drugs. He did lots of heroine and I didn't like him one bit.I know now why my mom is crying, I remember they got in a big fight. Nick needed drug money again but the only money we had was rent money. So that's why she was mad but sad, in ways his fault. Now she's in my room, this time she says to get out and start packing. I climb from out of the bed and grab a backpack, I pack the only other pair of clothes I had and my doll. The dolls name was Lucy, Lucy had button eyes one was red, and one was green. Lucy was my only friend, I made her myself. I get out of this flashback to a tug of my hair, it's Evan. He's sleeping in my lap, I look down at him and put my hand on his short blonde hair. The sun is rising and a new day had began.