Norman has always felt a hole in his heart. He never knew why. He was happy with his brother and their father. Until their father left them alone.
He thought he had found a way to fill this emptiness in him. Why do they always have to take it away f...
You might be wondering why I'm posting this story again
Well that's because I decided to rewrite it! There's a bunch of stuff in the older version (that you can still find on my account btw) that I don't like anymore or that I changed since I started writing it
So I decided that the best thing to do was to rewrite it! So here we are!
I'm already wayyyyy more satisfied with this version of the story than the previous one in all honesty
So I hope you'll like it just as much as me! ^^
Note: I'll never say it enough but I FUCKING HATE wattpad editing
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Norman had just split up with Ray. He knew that some of the police officers were following close behind. What they didn't know was that he was bringing them to a cul-de-sac. He knew that area perfectly well.
When the cops entered the alleyway, they found it empty.
A sly smile on his lips and his hood on his head, the boy watched from the roof of a nearby building as the cops searched for him without success.
Sometimes he wondered if they knew he was a mountain goat. Like, did they know it was easy for him to climb any surfaces? Or were they just dumb?
He let out a chuckle and left before they would think about coming up there. He went to join Ray who was most probably waiting for him at their house.
His brother was already lying in one of their hammocks, analyzing their new treasure.
« So? Is it good? »
Ray looked at the boy who was now beside him before looking back at the bracelet.
« Yeah. She'll love it. Even if she won't be happy when she'll learn that I stole it. But she'll still love it. »
Norman let out a chuckle as he went to his own hammock.
They didn't live a life of luxury, only living in a small hideout that only had two hammocks, an old couch almost completely destroyed but was still comfortable, a small library with almost no books in it and full of sketchbooks, pens, paint and small paintings, a really small kitchen that wasn't even working properly and a table and two chair. They were freezing in winter. They didn't have much, they weren't living in the best place for children, but they didn't care. At least they were able to survive, it was all that mattered. And they had each other, the most important.
