Alone in the Streets of London

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1.

It's been two days sinse I've seen the twat. I should probably put in a missing person's report, but honestly that is to much work and then they would ask me all these personal questions and shit that I don't know about the kid. So I ignore the fact that any other parent would be worrying their head off right about now, I accept the fact that I don't care about that pathetic excuses for a son and grab the keys and head out to the pub.

2.

I don't understand why he is being so nice to me, he has got to have an angle

of course he has an angle

nobody actually likes you

he is just giving you pity

he doesn't actually care, who could actually care.

NOBODY!

Get that through your think head

Leave

stop bugging him

you hear him, "with my help!.. you deserve better." he is lying, you deserve what you have, nothing more

I didn't realize I was staring at nothing until I felt a hand on my shoulder, "hey, you okay?" I can't bring myself to answer him honestly, I mean what they said was true, he doesn't really want to know so I just nod.

3.

I've never seen anybody zone out like Luke just did. I mean I've seen it in class before, but all high schoolers do it in class. I walked out of the kitchen ans he was just staring at the floor. His expression was vacant and when I waved my hand in-front of him he had no reaction. I gently placed my hand on his shoulder and he snapped up, "hey, you okay?" he takes a while to nod yes. But I can tell he isn't okay. I want him to open up so I can help him but I've never done this before, I don't know what I am doing. What if I end up making it worse.

To end the awkward silence I hear the oven ding signaling the toast is done. I look over at him and help him into the kitchen, he can barely carry his wait so it takes us a while to get there. Once he sits down he lets out a sigh of relief. I butter up the toast and it is gone in seconds. He looks up, "thank you." I smile at him "any time." He looks down at his hands folded up under the table. "I should probably go." Where would he go? He can't go to school like this and the way he acted about being taken back home makes me not want to let him go back home. "Why don't you tell me about why you were asleep outside school first." He looks up and takes a deep breath "okay."