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a sweet kind voice, frequently to be mistaken for an angels, called out into the night, only the light bulbs of the unfamiliar street and cigarettes gave him light. he guided his was between what felt like a hundred people. repeatedly calling out for his mom, lisa. in the crowded roads of russia, lisa's safe hand had slipped from his. fear took over the innocent kids body, as he looked around at people zooming by him. it was useless, he was useless. 17 years of age, 17 years on this earth, 17 years he's been taught, yet he still can't do a simple thing by himself. grayson feels a tear slip from his eye, hitting the depressing grey concrete beneath his clumsy dragging feet. he sat down by a near-by wall and finally let the tears spill into his hands.

" grayson " his head jolted upwards recognizing the worried voice who, thankfully, belonged to his mother.

" are you okay? did anyone hurt you? "
she questioned, examining his face and body from any damages. the boy mentally rolled his eyes at his overprotective mother, though he loved her overprotectiveness it bothered him.

" no mommy i'm just fine. but where did you go? i was so scared " a pout made it's way, as tears did to his face too, his mother's eyes glassy as well.

" mommy just had to do some stuff, but everything is fine and i'm here now, right my angel? you're safe now " she mumbled explaining why she left her son all alone. grayson was confused, he hugged his mother and kissed her cheek lovingly. " i'm sorry baby boy, i shouldn't of left you like that, but mommy needed to do some grown up stuff. remember you're not a
grown up yet sweetie. one day "

grayson felt his mother relax in his arms. the smell of alcohol evident all across her clothes, the innocent boy did not know a smell like that, but it sure was terribly.

" come on mommy, let's get you home. you need some sleep "

and so he carried her to the hotel they were staying at, in his arms, all the way up to her room where he tugged her in, kissed her forehead, and whispered

" goodnight liar "

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