Wanting Neverland {On Break To Edit!}

Liam~Chapter Eighteen

Liam's POV:

16 years ago, 2001. (Liam is 5 years old, so he's basically a little fetus baby snuglemuffin.)

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I sat cross-legged under my bed sheets flipping through my favorite book, The Pokemon Handbook. I shined my flashlight at all the pictures of the epic looking legendaries with excitement.

I heard the door creak open and I quickly shut off the flashlight.

“I-know-you’re-up-hun.” I heard mom slur as I moved the bed sheets off my face and frowned.

“Five more minutes?” I pleaded.

She shook her head no, wobbling to my bed to sit down.

“You've-got-to-go-to-sleep, we're-going-somewhere-very-important-tomorrow.” She said, sounding the odd way she usually does at night.

I laid my head against my pillow.

“Hey Mom, can I...can I have a PlayStation 2?” I asked cautiously.

She looked at me sadly.

“Honey, you know we can't afford it. Plus, didn't I get you that, that Boygame not so long ago?” She says, trying hard not to slur her words.

“Gameboy.” I corrected her with a sigh.

“Goodnight Liam” she whispered, changing the subject. She leaned forward to give me a kiss on my forehead.

Like usual, her breath reeked of a very odd strong scent that I've sort of become accustomed to. I didn't know what the smell was, but Mom always smelt like it at night. She started smelling like that ever since my father left us.

I didn't really understand why Mom was upset when Dad left, all they ever did was fight all the time anyway.

Mom got up from my bed and swayed out of my room, shutting the door behind her.

I shut my eyes and shuffled around till sleep finally came over me.

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“Liam wake up. It's time to go.” My mother's sweet voice said in attempt to wake me up.

Slowly I opened my eyes and was greeted by her kind blue ones.

“I've already packed all your stuff. Get ready to go.” She said.

“Where are we going Mommy?” I questioned in confusion.

“A place where we can have a fresh start.” She answered, giving me a smile.

“Get dressed and come down stairs.” She said getting up and leaving my messy room. I stare at her with a confused face as she exits through the door.

I forced myself up, rubbing my sleepy eyes. I spun myself around and stood on my feet, gaining balance. I lifted my arms above my head, stretching my tired muscles.

I opened my closet and gawked at the single white tee and pair of jeans left there.

Did Mom pack all my clothes?

I slipped on the few things in my closet and made my way downstairs.

I came to a sudden stop once I saw Mom. She was surrounded by about ten suitcases.

“Why do we need that many suitcases Mommy?” I asked, scratching my head.

“I packed some clothes for when you're older.” She answered with a smile.