Lost Boy

Umm

Ashley slowly closes the door walking out.
Later, my dad gets home. Me and Jake sit on my bed waiting to get yelled at. "Hey, listen..I'm sorry.." He says. I tilt my head, questioning why. "I shouldn't have....pressured you...." he says. "But you didn't.." I say. He looks down at his hands. He stands up and walks kver to his book bag and grabs an envelope. He hands it to me and I open it. Its full of money. "What's this..?" I ask. A tear rolls down his cheek. "Your dad.....he gave it to me..." he says. "He payed you to be my friend...?" I ask and he nods, and cries. "I....I didn't want the money....I tried giving it back, but he begged me.....to stay.....I wanted to stay, not for the money, buyt for you....but he refused to stop paying me every month...." he says. Icount hiw much money is in the envelope. "This is 500 dollars...." how much did he pay you each month?" I ask. "At least 50..." he says. I close the envelope and run downstairs to the bathroom. I lock the door. I start searching through every drawer for where I hid it. I ooen a secret compartment I made in the bottom of the bottom cupboard and open it. I have at least 4 packs of cigarettes and 3 lighters. I grab two cigarettes and a lighter and sneek out the window with the money.

I'm walking down the sidewalk, cigarette in my mouth, and people start staring. I walk to the nearest tattoo shop and ask how many I can get for all of the money, so I get 5 medium sized tattoos, to cover my scarred up arms.