Milo
A three year old boy who was so eager to explore the world behind the walls that held so many traumatic memories.
Luckily, he manages to run. Run far away from the horrors of that place, down the street to the house where he knew he'd be safe.
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The young boy whimpered, his eyes buried into his knees. "Milo." He looked up from his ripped joggers, his knees bruised from the concrete ripping the fabric open.
He had been there since a child, he learned his first words and took his first steps here. It used to be a haven, it used to be a placed filled with unforgettable memories but now it was empty and cold.
Cold like the chilling air that kept him up at night, empty like his own 'room' which could be mistaken for a dogs suite.
He was sat on a thin mattress which blended into the floor you'd think that there was nothing there.
He missed when they would hug him and spend time with him. When they would make him feel safe and secure.
Now his curious mind was placed on pause and his eagerness to explore the ever changing world decreased.
Through the rusted bars he saw a familiar face, Monica. "Hi baby." She said softly, easing the young boy out of the corner.
She shoved her hands through her pocket, rummaging around. Before grabbing some long and rusty keys, "Come Milo."
Sensing the urgency, the young boy gathered all his strength, waddling towards Monica. He could walk, even if it hurt him. Pushing the usually chained door open, she carefully picked him up.
"We have to be very, very quiet okay?" The young boy nodded, he'd do anything when in her arms. She read his favourite stories there, put his hair into crazy designs.
She was the best. "Matteo!" She stopped, frightened from the harsh voice. Taking a deep breath she rushed up the concrete steps.
Her heart racing, they we're getting out today. She couldn't bare to watch the young boy who she loved be hurt, she didn't want to stand on the other side of the bars as they used his innocent as a weapon.
"Where is the kid?" The Russian leader spat, she looked around. The world disoriented as she made a run for the door.
She saw a few men with large guns, the length of Milo's fragile body. One wrong step and she would either be dead, or on the other side of the world behind the bars this time.
"This is unacceptable, you loose a kid. What do I hire you for?" Matteo was angry.
He was confused, why was she acting so weird. Kids aren't stupid. "Moni." She rubbed his back, hoping he wouldn't make anyone aware of their location with his innocent voice.
One that the building wasn't accustomed to. "I need you to be very brave and good for me, okay?"
He spoke with such tenderness it gave her courage, "I am."
She kissed his brown hair, waiting for the men to leave the room before running through the exit door.
