Baby blue short stories

the best accidents 5

PoV Stanley
"It's alright, Bill. We will find him. He'll be fine.", I assured my boy.

"He's alive. I can feel it.", Bill sniffed.

I nodded.

Suddenly my brother appeared in the door and waved me over. I tucked Bill in and followed him.

"I have good and bad news. The good one is, I know where William is. The bad one is, I know who he's with.", Ford sighed. Then he showed me a picture on his phone.

I could see my child, beaten and scared, and it broke my heart. My poor baby.

"My little boy...", I sniffed.

"He's with a former college friend of mine. That guy is stone cold crazy. He thinks I would sell my inventions to him now.", Stanford explained.

"Are you?", I asked.

"Of course not. These inventions, in his hands would be a catastrophe. I can't give him what he wants.", my brother sighed.

"What will happy to my boy if you don't?" ,I asked.

"He...he said he'd rent him out to a few pedophiles while I think about his offer. If U was to say no, he'd kill him..",Stanford explained. I swallowed thickly.

"What do we do?", I questioned.

"I don't know. I don't want William to get hurt, I really don't.  I just, I can't follow his demands.",

"We should tell the police.", I claimed.

"No. It wasn't a coincidence that he knew where to find Will. He's stalking us. I'll think of something. "

"Very Stanford of you, to get my boy in trouble with your scientist stuff.", I huffed.

"My scientist stuff is the reason you have a rood over your head. Your lousy little job would barely keep food on the table!", my brother claimed.

"Well, I'm sorry I'm not a genius! But look were being a genius took you!"

"I don't have to listen to this, from someone who's biggest accomplishment was getting an alcoholic pregnant on accident!", he yelled.

"Well, at least I loved someone! At least I KNOW HOW TO LOVE!", I yelled back.

We both stormed off.

I then went for a walk.

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PoV Will
"Come on, you need to eat. I can't let you die, before Stanford sold me his inventions.", the man sighed.

He had taken me up to his kitchen and seated me at the counter.

I shook my head.

"I don't want to force feed you.", he huffed.

I didn't want that either, so I took the spoon and started eating slowly.

"Good boy.", he smiled.

Suddenly an idea came to my mind.

"Do you have Ketchup?", I asked.

He shrugged and went to his fridge. Once he had turned his back to me, I jumped up and made a run for it.

I made it to the front door, but that was locked. Of course. I looked around quickly and spotted an open window.

But before I could climb out of it, the man had grabbed my arm and yanked me back.

"You little piece of shit! What do you think you're doing?!", he growled, twisting my arm.

I winced in pain.

"I want to go home!", I cried out.

"Oh, hush. Looks like I need to have a closer eye on you.", he growled, then he dragged me a room that looked like a study and a laboratorium had a child.

He pushed me down next to the table. Then he got some cable ties and attached me wrists to the table with it.

"You need to got to the toilet, you need to tell me. can't have you pissing on my floor.", he chuckled.

Suddenly his phone rang.

"Well, hello Stanford. I knew you'd come to your senses. You want to talk to the boy?", the man laughed.

Then he held the phone in front of me.

"William? Are you really there?", I heard my uncle ask.

I sniffed, my lip quivering. Then I cried: "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have chased that bug, I, I'm sorry. I want to go home!". I started sobbing uncontrollably and choking on every other word.

"Don't worry, baby blue. Don't worry about it.", my uncle said.

The man left the room with the phone.

When he came back he looked pale. Then he knelt in front of me.

"How old are you?", he asked.

"I'm 11 years old.", I sniffed.

"He said I should kill you. I'm sorry, I had assumed he cared about you a lot, I...I don't want to kill you.", he sighed.

"Fordsie wants me to die?", I sniffed.

"Apparently you were a pain in the ass anyway.", he huffed.

I sobbed even more.

"I'm not a monster, William. Stanford cheated me out of my future. I just wanted the future I deserve. But I don't want to take your life.", he sighed. Then he undid my hands.

I don't know why I hugged him, but I did.

"I'm sure uncle Fordsie didn't mean to harm your future. I just can't believe he would actually let you kill me...", I sobbed. He picked me up.

"I'll take you to the woods. Then you can go home and I'll be on the run.", he said softly.

"I forgive you.", I told him.

Suddenly he started crying.