Your eyes had widened from the horror. There was no way he was out already. After everything he did to you, how was he out already. You open your mouth to speak but no words came out. Your friend have caught this and patted your back slowly.
"Everything is going to be okay I promise you that. Plus you have your Google thing now.” Finally you were able to speak. “How did he get out this early..?” You asked, fear written all over your face. After all those years of abuse, he gets out within less than a year? What kind of bull was that? He was supposed to be in there for a few years.
“Perhaps someone bailed him out.” Google spoke, clear frustration in his voice. He obviously didn't really like people in general. You cuddled into the jacket your friend had gotten you and hid your face. Your face was now a hot red, tears filling your eyes. All the fear that you had began to get rid of was coming back. Your friend held you close to them, trying to calm you down at least in the slightest.
After a while you had come down and realize that with Google you might be a bit safer. Although you still couldn't overcome the fear of him coming back to you. You were thankful that your friend could tell you that, they did know that it would hurt you but they were always truthful. It was now about 1500 (3 pm) and you wanted to go home. You know you could have had dinner with them but you just needed some time. You can hug your friend and said goodbye, waving Google to come along with you. You realized that maybe buying Google was a really good choice. “Can you fight…?” You ask Google, turning around to face him. He thought for a moment, then nodded. This made you feel slightly better, you would now make sure to have him in your room when you sleep. It would make you feel safer and less scared to sleep.
There was a crash in the alleyway comma causing you to run to Google and hug his side. he looks down at you, except he didn't look mad. It was a nice look. He actually looked like he cared for a moment. But the crash ended up being a simple stray cat knocking over a trash can. Relieved you let go and begin to walk next to Google again, not holding his side any longer.
“Google? Do you eat or are you able to?” You asked him, after all you didn't really ask this before. He didn't know if he had to eat certain things or needed fuel. “Yes, I can eat.” he replied. You slightly smiled knowing that you could make him a good meal tonight. To thank him you guessed.
When you got home, you made a meal for the both of you. Google took awhile to eat his, the only way you got him to actually eat it was when you told him that it was for him. He seemed to enjoy it, and that made you happy. But from crying earlier, you were tired. You brought Google into your room, locked the door and then layed down. “Please, lay down with me.. I would feel more safe..” you said as Google hesitantly layed down next to you. You but your back on his chest and sighed. Slowly s falling into a calming sleep.
Sorry for not updating. I've been busy, and sorry that this is short. Forgive me.
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