Thoughtfully Forgotten {BxB}

Chapter 5: Strike Two

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3rd P.O.V. 

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   "Where's Sam? He didn't come down for breakfast," Fiona asks, getting her shoes on.

   "He's asleep still," Tony says, giving his daughter a kiss on the head. "Now, go to school."

    "Bye, Daddy," She says, running off. Tony sighs and makes sure all his kids were gone or asleep before pulling out his phone and calling someone.

   "Hey, Aaron... Yeah, you can come over now," Tony says, smiling brightly. "I'll see you in a bit."

    Tony hangs up and waits patiently for Aaron to come over. Soon enough, there was a small knock and Tony runs to answer it, a bright smile on his face. The door opens and a short blonde male with bright blue eyes smiles up at Tony, his freckles sprinkled all over his face. Tony hugs Aaron and gives him a big fat kiss.

   "I missed you," Aaron says, kissing back. "When are you going to come out to your kids?"

    "I'm still a bit nervous. I'm not sure if they'll accept me," Tony says, leading Aaron to the kitchen counter. Aaron sits down and Tony sits next to him and they continue talking, not noticing that Sam was in the fridge, looking for food. "When I tell them, do you want to move in with us?"

    "If they accept me, then of course," Aaron says. They lean in and Sam clears his throat, making them both jump. "U-Uh... H-Hello, I-I'm Aaron."

    "That's Sam, he's kind of shy," Tony says, scratching his neck. "Uhm... Sam, Can you not tell Emanuel, Kyler, or Fiona about this?"

    "Mmm...." Sam nods and takes the carton of ice cream to the tree house. 

    "Is that all he's going to eat," Aaron asks.

     "Probably. But I want him to be comfortable so I'll allow it for now," Tony says, smiling. 

    "What happened to his parents," Aaron asks, leaning against the counter.

    "I'm not sure, the social worker didn't say... He doesn't like talking about it... or talking at all," Tony says, sighing. 

     Sam continues eating his food and sighs when he looks at his phone, contemplating whether or not to call a certain someone, before calling.

    "Hello, Los Angles Prison," A woman says. "How may I help you."

     "C-Can I speak to Iris Mitchell.."

     "Alright, I'll have her out in a moment," The lady says, with a fake smile. After a moment, the line beeps and he hears a groan on the other end.

   "If this is Edmond again, Leave me the fuck alone," Iris growls. 

    "I-It's not Edmond.... I-It's me, Mom," Sam says, his eyes watery.

   "S-Sam? Sammy, baby? Is that really you," Iris says, a small gasp slipping through. "Y-You finally called, are you okay? Where are you? Are you safe? Have you been adopted?"

    "I'm not up for adoption anymore... I-I'm still in foster care," Sam says, smiling softly. "I'm in Idaho, right now and I'm safe...."

    "Dear god, you're so far away," She sighs, rubbing her forehead. "I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to do anything."

   "It's not your fault, it was self defense and I knew it... But they forced me to say you killed him on purpose," He says, a few tears falling down. "I-I'm sorry."

    "You. Were. Six. You didn't understand anything, baby. It's not your fault, got it," Iris says, angrily. "You are my baby and I protected you after he attacked.... It was my fault, not yours. I got into that mess myself."

    "B-But if I h-hadn't of-"

    "NO! DON'T BLAME YOURSELF! IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT, SAM," She yells. Sam lets out a small sob, wiping his eyes. "None of this is your fault. He was a drunk asshole who was trying to kill us both, I HAD to step in and shoot him. I had to or else he would have killed you.... This. Isn't. Your. Fault." 

    "I-I'm sorry, I-I really love you, m-mom," Sam sobs, wiping his eyes.

    "I love you too, sweetie... Now, how are your new foster parents? Mom and dad? Mom or dad?"

   "I-I think we might b-be getting two dads... R-Right now it's one," Sam says, smiling. "I caught T-Tony trying to kiss some cute guy o-over."

   "Oh that reminds me," Iris says, with a smile on her face. "I've known you since you were a tiny little baby... If you go to our old house then you'll find some old photos inside the wall of your old nursery. It's the room farthest down the hall on the right, I've looked it up and it's still for sale.. I can give you the number for the retailer and you can explain the situation to her and by law, you are able to get those pictures back.... I think you'll like them."

   "I-I'll ask Tony to go an-and fly th-there to get them," Sam says, his crying coming to a stop. He hears the door open and turns. "I-I'll call you later..."

    "I love you sweetie, stay safe," Iris says.

   "I love you too... B-Bye." Sam hangs up and turns to see Tony coming in with a plate. "I-I have a question..."

   "What is it," Tony says, handing him the plate. Sam hesitates before speaking.

   "C-Can I.... G-Go to Los Angles f-for a few days to g-get something im-important," Sam says, his head hanging low.

    "Is it important? Like.. r-really important," Tony asks, kneeling. 

    "V-Very," Sam says, nodding. "P-Please...."

    "Alright, I'll book us a flight. I'll have Aaron go with you so you at least have an adult with you," He says, patting Sam's head. Sam smiles brightly and suddenly hugs the tall man, making his eyes widen in surprise. This is the first time Sam has actually wanted some physical contact. 

   "Th-Thank you," Sam says, smiling. Tony hesitantly hugs back, smiling.

   "No problem, kid," He says, happy that Sam is finally coming around. After a few hours, Sam was alone again and watching Spongebob on the T.V. The door opens and Kyler comes in, slamming and locking the door behind him.

    "Come on, babe. I haven't gotten off in a while," Kyler says, climbing over the tiny boy. 

    "N-No.... P-Please, I-I don-don't wan-want it," Sam says, crawling away from Kyler. 

   "Come back here," Kyler growls, grabbing his legs and yanking him back. Sam screams and tries to get away, but Kyler immediately shuts him up and yanks his pants and underwear off. Sam bites down on Kyler's hand and screams again, trying to kick him off. Immediately the door was kicked in and Tony storms over, ripping Kyler off of Sam.

  "I warned you, now you're getting it," Tony growls, dragging Kyler out of the tree house. Aaron runs in and helps Sam get dressed and puts him to bed, trying to make Sam fall asleep. 

    "Don't think about it, Don't think about it, Just sleep," Aaron whispers, running his fingers through Sam's hair. Sam wipes his eyes and tries to fall asleep, and manages to fall asleep for a few hours before waking up around two and watching T.V.

   Suddenly, a loud scream echoed through out the whole neighborhood, making Sam jump and run into the house. He runs to the basement to see Tony holding an ax, standing over Kyler's body. Sam gasps and Tony turns to him.

    "B-Bu-But... W-Wh-Why k-kill h-him," Sam whispers.

    "He's done it one too many times, Kid. He's not the first person I've killed," Tony says, wiping off the ax. "Don't worry, I only kill when I have to or I have a target."

   "T-Target?"

    "Right, you're still new," Tony says, setting the ax down. "I'm Anton Anderson, big boss."

     "B-Big B-Boss?" Tony rubs his forehead.

    "I'm head of the Mafia."