Chapter 4.
As I'm getting off the bus, I see a little boy crying. He's around 6 or 7. He looked familiar, I couldn't tell from where I knew him from, though.
I am horrible at comforting people, especially little kids.
"Are you okay?" I ask trying to be generous.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." He managed to say between his sobs.
I didn't know why, I just felt like I needed to hug him. I knew that words could just make everything worse for the little boy. As I stretched my arms to reach around the skinny kid, he collapsed into my arms and let the tears flow. I wanted to cry myself..
"Shh, it's okay. Everything will be alright." I say as I hug him. I think he just needed someone to be there for him, to care.
After awhile, I remember my mom needed me to come home immediately after school. I'm dead, but I'm not leaving this little boy, whatever it is can wait.
His cry began to lighten, then he looked up.
"Thank you..." He whispered, then he released from our hug, wiping off the tears.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Joey." He said starting to talk normally now.
We then proceeded to talk about what made him so upset.
"My momma said she hated me and my big brother. They got in a fight and my bubba left! He said that she didn't appreciate the blessed life she has. And that she needs a slap of reality."
"Ohh, I'm sorry. I'm sure he'll come back. Don't worry, okay?"
"I'm not so sure.."
"Here, if he doesn't come back by tomorrow, come to this house. I'll help you find him." I pointed to my semi-sized house across from where we were standing.
"Okay! Thank you so much!"
He hugged me with a giant grin, and began running home happily.
That was so strange... I know I know him from somewhere. Where? Oh well. "Better hurry." I say aloud heading home.
I walk in to find an empty house. Where's my mom? "HELLO? ANYONE HOME?" I yell through the house to make sure my assumptions where correct.
I hear a knocking sound.. I walk towards it curiously.
It's coming from my moms room... What?
I open the door slowly, "Mom..?- OH MY GOD!!" I see her and some stranger in wheel-barrel position. Not again, my mom constantly does this to me.
I run out slamming the door as I sprint away. I need to clear my head.
"Wait.. where's my phone?!" I say as I try to grab it from my back pocket to ask someone... anyone to pick me up.
I hope I didn't leave it in that nasty, sex-filled room. I hear a knock at my door. I peek through the door hole.
It's Adam..? And that little boy?.. Joey?
I quickly open the door.
"Uh, hey Adam."
"Hey! My little brother said this belonged to you?.." He stretched his hand out, revealing my phone.
"Oh my gosh! Thank you so much!" I hugged him. "Wait, so this is your brother?"
"Yeah! I'm sorry about earlier, my mom and I-"
"It's okay," I interrupt, "Me and my mom don't get along either. No need to explain."
"Awe, well thanks for understanding."
"It's no problem." I began to grin, "so are you busy? I need to get out of here."
"Nah! I just gotta drop Joey off at soccer practice then I'm free."
"Alright! Sounds great!"
"I'll pick you up. Better be ready!" He said teasingly.
"Okay," I say, "I'll take my sweet time." We both laughed at our silly remarks and parted our separate ways.
I can't believe I am socializing, especially with Adam.
