Liams POV
Once we got to the restaurant I nearly shit myself. I've never been so scared in all my life. We walked in and I looked down. It was the restaurant I kept getting kicked out of. I held my head down and kept quiet behind the dad. By the way it was a different one, but on a different part of town.
"Hola! Welcome! How many tonight?" The manager said.
"Four." The mother said.
"Ahh are we waiting for the amigo?" He said cheery.
"No the little fuck is hiding back there." As I was being ushered out and front and center. I stared up at the man, and hoped he wasn't going to realize who I am. I know just about every store and resturant person in this town. And hopefully he forgot about me.
"Him?" He smiled and looked at me with hate. How can you smile and Hate some one..
"Yes, we adopted him."The mom explained. The chef looked me over and smiled once more.
"Wow, no one likes you. Surprise surprise." Mike said. I looked down and remind silent.
"Ill find you a table." He said. "Follow me please." I waited till they all passed me so I could walk in the back and have a quick escape route.
"This is great!" The mother said mentioning over to a booth. I cringe. I could not do this.
"Go." Mike said. I got in the seat and sat with my hands in my lap and my head down.
"Liam, you have beautiful eyes, let us see them."
"They are not pretty Ma'am." I said. But she wouldn't have it. She tilted my chin up and told me to smile. But that feels weird to me.
"Okay, mom can I have a burger with a large fry and a drink?" Mike said. I listened and hoped they had what I wanted. Well, of course they will... I didn't have much anyway to begin with.
"Okay honey, Liam, what would you like dear?" I froze and couldn't get the words out. I didn't even know what I wanted. I looked down at the menu not really knowing what it said but I wouldn't give that away. I looked down and shrugged.
"Mac and cheese?" She said. I shook my head.
"I don't want nothing, thank you though.." I said. She smiled a contagious smile.
"Oh no, no , no.. You are going to eat. You're under weight honey. So do you like chicken?"
"Mom, if he doesn't want to eat then he doesn't have to... Less money." Mike said. I nodded and agreed and he got a hit on the arm.
"Stop it, I'm not kidding." She said meanly. But again her smile returned.
"Please, for me.. Just eat mac and cheese?" I looked around and I saw the father looking at the menu and I felt that I had to answer and I couldn't get it out.
"O-ok-okay.." I said after a few seconds. She nodded and gave me crayons and a paper with a picture on it.
"Wanna play tic tac toe?" She said. " You be blue and Ill be red." I nodded. My color was blue..? It didn't look blue. But I shrugged and watched her place an X in a small box. I looked at it and looked to her.
"You're O, Now you place the O some where of your choice." She said. I placed mine in the corner of the paper.
"No no honey, right in here where my X is." She laughed. I blushed and placed my O next to her X.
"Oh, s-sorry." I said with slight confusion.
"Dumb ass." Mike said. The mother looked at him and he became quiet.
"Now its my turn.. I have to try to get three in a row.. You can count right?" She asked me. I froze up but nodded. I let out a breath.
"Okay, now I placed mine above yours , now I have two in a row.. You have to try to block me from winning." I looked at the game and was confused but placed an O above mine. Now I have two in a row. I crossed my feet and and sat on the edge of my chair.
"Well, wow... You may win!"
"Mom, you can win if you -" -SLAP- Mike retracted his hand and held it.
"Shut up and go on your phone. You are always on that thing anyway." She snapped. I watched but looked down. I didn't want to be rude.
"Okay, shall we continue?" I nodded and watched her place an X on the other corner. It was soon my turn and I looked at the board. I didn't know exactly what to do...Or where to place my O. I looked and looked. She suddenly pointed to a spot below my two O's.
"There then you win." She said. I nodded and drew my O there and she clapped and smiled.
"Nice job! Shall we play until food comes?" I nodded but didn't smile back.. I didn't mind her. She was nice and I liked that she had the courage to stand up to Mike.. He was scary.
Then I smelled food. I turned around and saw food I usually see through the window. I smiled and felt my stomach growl. I wanted it so bad. I almost thought about stealing it.
"Our food is on its way." I nodded at the father who gave me a smile but I looked away. I folded my shaking hands in my lap.
"So you cant read.." Mike said below his breath. I looked over and he looked at me. I shrugged not giving anything away.
"Well, damn stupider than I thought." He said. I looked down and looked back to my feet. How they didn't seem to smile, frown, or even talk back or bad about me. I watched them and I saw the dirt I missed. I frowned and scolded myself. I should be more mindful!
" Liam.." A voice said. I looked up and there in front of me was food. I took a noodle with my hand and put it in my mouth. I smiled and oh my god.
It was so good! How can people not let people taste this! Oh jesus!
It was so cheesy and melted in mouth and it was hot and not cold like what I am use to. I wasnt use to this in general. But oh my god! Mrs. Doe never made this.. Or at least while I was there, or I never took any. I watched it steam and make funny looking swirls.
"Mama never told you to not play with your food?" Mike snapped. I looked at him and shook my head. I kept my feet crossed and my eyes on the steam.
"Never seen that before?" I nodded.
"Just n-not on my food." I said to the mother. She chuckled and nodded.
"Nice to experience different things, no?" I shrugged.
"Eat Liam." The father said. I grabbed more noodles with my fingers and put them in my mouth and ate the cheese off my fingers. But as I go to take more a fork was placed in my hands.
"Mac and Cheese is a fork food." The mother said. I looked at it and nodded.
"O-okay.." I said and used the fork. But it was a little more difficult to use. But I dont mind.
Kinda wanted to meet Chris now.
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