(Skephalo) Art Thou Father

Simple tears

15/6/19
Sunday
Sebring, Florida.

It wasn't big.
The house stood firm and new, it was nothing compared to the old church and it's rotted wood. It was a simple beige colour with a complementing dark grey for the roof.

Bad stood there for a moment, taking it all in. The roughness of the single sling of his backpack rubbed against his shirt uncomfortably and it only made his fuzzy mind worse.
A hand pulled Bad away from his thoughts, he flinched at the action and snapped his head to his left. Zak mouthed a 'sorry' to the teen and rubbed his shoulder sympathetically.

A very bubbly Sam came tumbling out of the van, shutting the car door with a large thud, "Here's my castle!" He exclaimed, putting both his hands of each of his sides and gleaming at the building. "Well no time to waste! Lets go on inside kiddos!"

Bad took very slow and steady steps, shaking slightly. Zak slid his hand into his own and gave him a warm smile and Bad couldn't help but smile back. He took a deep breathe and continued to walk until he entered the house.

It was so clean and tidy but the occasional toy was scattered across the floor, there were crudely drawn artworks and pictures all over the wall, they all showed three happy people side by side.

"Oh you must be the infamous BadBoyHalo!" Bad flickered his gaze and saw another man, he has curly white hair and beautiful dark skin, "I'm Ponk, Sam's husband." Bad expected a hand to be extended out to him but alas he was greeted with a hug. His eyes went wide and he looked at Zak for help who just smirked in response. Ponk pulled away and gleamed at the boy, "Let me show you to your new room!"

They get led through the house, it was very big but it was certainly homely. Ponk stopped outside of a small door and turned the knob slowly before revealing a very empty room; all that stood there was a bed and a built in wardrobe. Bad steadily walked in, looking all around the place, his eyes were wide and a smile formed on his face very slowly.

"I like it." Bad muttered just barley above a whisper. Ponk smiled, before giving Zak a wink and leaving the two to be alone. Bad placed his bag down and continued to look around, almost as if this was the finest piece of art he'd ever seen and not some bleak white room.
"You're adorable." Bad looked back at Zak who lent against the door frame, arms folded and smiling like a fool.

Bad giggled before he went quiet and lent his head down, quiet little sobs escaped his mouth. Zak rushed over and grabbed him by the arms, "hey hey what's wrong?" Zak pulled the hair out of Bad's face and cupped his left cheek, lifting it up to face him.
"I'm just...I'm just so happy."

Tears flooded down both sides of his face and even though he beamed he couldn't stop the sobs. His chest rose and fell violently and he crashed into Zak who happily held onto him as if he was priceless jewels.
"You're safe now, you're okay." They stood there, in eachother arms for a while before Bad felt a tug on his leg pants.

The two glanced down and saw a little boy, maybe five, looking up at them.
"Hi."
"Hi." Bad's voice was raspy from all the crying but it still poured out like honey. The young boy had wild brown hair that covered his face and a green sweatshirt,
"Are you my new brother?" He asked, still pulling at Bad's pants. Bad smirked and nodded his head, receiving a devious smile on return. "Wanna play cars?" Bad and Zak giggled before uttering a sure.

Bad lent down and took the boys hand, walking out of the room.
Zak watched them leave and smiled,

'This is the start of something beautiful.'

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