Fates Cruel Hand

Nightmare?

Mattys POV

I stared down at Zane's tiny form all wrapped up like a burrito in my duvet. He looked so peaceful and happy that it made my heart swell with joy. He was so sweet I don't know how anyone could've treated him so horribly. With one last glance I made my way into the kitchen to prepare us some lunch. A bit of everything should be fine, then he can chose what he likes and doesn't like.
It took a while but, after half an hour of dancing and singing rather terribly to some songs on the radio, dinner was ready. It smelt so good it made my stomach growl loud.
Just as I was putting the last few things on the dining table, a ear splitting scream filled my little flat. Immediately I darted to my room, my eyes quickly scanning the room for an intruder before settling on Zane's trembling form, huddled tight into the far corner of the room. He held his hair tightly in his fists, his head buried in his knees.
'Zane, buddy, what's wrong?' I asked gently as I slowly made my way over to him. I made sure to crouch down to his level before getting too close, not wanting to scare him.
'Zane,' before I could say anything else my arms were suddenly full of a small, trembling boy. Zane had launched himself the last few inches, into my arms and immediately had a death grip on my shirt.
'Bad man. No take. Please. No take.' He sobbed as he buried his face in my chest. 'No hurts, please. Be good. No hurts.'
I shushed him and held him close, whispering and reassuring him that he was safe with me and that no one would ever hurt him again.
Once he had calmed somewhat I carried him carefully into the kitchen, setting him down in my lap once he refused to let go of me. But that was fine. He was scared, he was going to cling onto something that made him feel safe.
Carefully, I fed him a little of everything, saying what it was before popping it in his mouth. I couldn't help myself but laugh when his little nose would scrunch up in dislike when he wasnt too keen on something.
'Tummy full. No more.' He sighed softly, patting his stomach through his shirt.
'You sure?' I asked a little concerned. He had eaten yes, but not anything near what a normal boy of his age should be eating. He had barely ate a child's portion. I sighed. He was so thin that his ribs were showing. The top he wore was an extra small and it still looked like it was three times too big for him.
Baby steps, mat, baby steps.
'Matty,' Zane whispered.
'Yea bud?'
'Um, can watch, um, people in box?' He asked, unsure of himself.
I knew his speech bothered him, it was clear on his face, but that can be easily sorted.
'Want to watch the tv?' I asked, pointing to it. He nodded. 'Course we can, anything in particular you wanna watch?' I ask, getting up and settling us down on the sofa.
'Dont know.' He shook his head.
And that's how our evening went, we watched movies, some cartoons and I even managed to get him to nibble on some more food before going to bed, me on the sofa of course.