Never Gonna Be Alone

Chapter 10--The First Real Meeting

Laten woke up from a rather rare, but really good sleep. For some reason though, he still felt tired.

Laten rolled over to check the time on his phone.

Holy mother of hell hounds.

It was 3:30 A.M in the morning.

Well, Laten was wide awake now. He pushed himself up, but something caught his eye on the nightstand.

On the nightstand, there was a plate of two pineapple pieces of pizza and a note.

Laten got up and read it.

'-Laten,

I know that I have not been the best, and I am sorry. To make it up to you, I called into work and we will go anywhere you want for a vacation. I really want to take you with me, when you get home from school. Two whole days of going anywhere you want to go. Here are two pieces of your favorite pizza whenever you get hungry.

I love you, Son.

-Love Dad'

Laten was shocked to say in the least. He was well wide awake now. He knew he shouldn't get his hopes up. It will probably be one of his many broken promises.

Laten took a few bites of the pizza before deciding he was not really hungry. He wasn't really a big eater anymore.

Oh man. This day was going to be hell for him. He had to go to school, and today was going to be the day when he was going to his first meeting with his counselor.;

The school part will be okay, just as long as he brought his new blade with him. He still loved school. But he had to find a way to go around those kids. Laten knew that even if he missed only ONE day, they would win. It would be a little victory for them.

Laten will not let them win. Not today, or any other day. He will not give in.

Laten sighed as he got up from his bed, got his phone, and walked out into the living room.

To Laten, walking into the living room, was like walking into a whole other dimension. It was so dark.

Laten walked into the living room, only to bump right into the lamp.

Laten cursed silently. He finally made his way to the couch, after bumping into the coffee table, and almost tripping over his own two feet.

Laten sat on the couch and after finding the remote that his father always seemed to lose, he turned on the T.V.

He turned it to the News channel, but not before he got his CSI notebook.

He started watching and jogging down notes.

After he wrote down notes of five different stories, he looked at the time.

Two more hours to kill. Laten sighed.

He noticed his phone was flashing, indicating, that he had gotten a text.

Laten reached for his phone.

Of course it would be Tankie.

'---Wat have u cut urself with?'

Laten rolled his eyes, as he typed back,

'Why do you want to know?'

A few minutes later he got a reply.

'-Because I'm your friend, and I worry about u, Laten.'

'Don't worry about me. I am fine.'

'-Who are you kidding? We both know that u r far from fine. U cut. That is a clear sign of u saying u need help.'