As an older child me and him became quite good friends. We used to play catch and football. Many activities took place during our friendship, but even as we grew closer and closer, I could tell that he was keeping something from me.
"What's wrong?" I remember asking.
"Um.." He shuffled a lot when people got close and flinched as every person passed him and now he was doing the same. Biting him lip as he stared back to the house where he lived.
"Well..?" I questioned. And I almost wish I hadn't. Because then, for the first time ever, he let me in.
"My mum... Well, sometimes she gets drunk and hits me." I must have looked shocked because he got up and left. Calling behind him, "Forget I even said anything. Its nothing!"
And that was the last time I saw my friend.
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Small Child
Short StoryThis is not a true story but is one based off reality and is inspired by many writers.
