Broken Child

i will save you

Dad  came early this time it's like he sensed something, I greeted him at the door,  I'm so nervous, I don't know what to tell him..

"h..hey dad here give me your bag.. You didn't say you were coming ha ?''

"yeah well surprise, I finished my Job early and I got bored in new York believe it or not...  So how have you been ?''
I didn't know how to answer to that to be honest..
"I..I'm okay and you ?''

"you sure you're okay mate ? ''
Of course he'd notice, he's my father and he is so fucking good at noticing I can feel myself sweating, it's better if I start speaking tho

"w...well you see... Um..... ''
The stuttering took over as I told him the same story I told millie,  that I found a little boy in the street, if he knows that I went back to that place gambling, he'd probably have a heart attack....
I told him about the bruises and scars the boy has and the way he acts... I can see the panic in him as we go up stairs to see the boy who was asleep in the corner of the room wrapped in blankets... 
Father looks at me angrily and goes down stairs as I follow him...

"are you insane,  completely crazy...  What were you thinking you dambass...picking someone from the streets, you don't even know him,  what if he was kidnapped huh. What if he dies did you think of that.... Oh my"  he takes a breath and sits on the couch "you want to kill me ? Huh lex, you.... You.... Oh God..." 

'' I didn't know what to do father,  I couldn't just walk away I couldn't leave him to freeze to death... "

''you could've just called the cops,  they would help him.  Not you ...  What were you thinking...  Just... My... My phone... Bring me my phone..''

"w....what you gonna do ?'' I ask him as he's making a call

''calling the cops you brat"

.......

After à long conversation with the cops  I told them all about the boy.. How scared he is, how easily he can have a panic attack..
I go upstairs to bring him down to the cops,  he is now sitting in the same corner
He looks up at me when he sees me coming, I sit next to him, trying to find the words
"hey little one... '' I simle at him,  my heart breaking just looking at him,  at his empty eyes,  pale and bruised face ,  skinny frame,  bruised thin hands
How can life be so cruel to a child,  that knew nothing about the world, how can people take advantage of small defenceless child, I let tears fall freely as I go close to him and wrap him in my arms whispering to myself more than to him

"everything will be just fine. Everything will be okay... ''

.....

I watch as they take him away. I can see him shaking violently not knowing where he is taken. Or who these people were, I couldn't stand it

"how can you be so cruel ?'' I muttered

'' you said something ?''

''i said, dad how can you be so cruel,  how can you let them take him,  who knows where they will take him,  who knows what will happen to him,  you saw how much scared he was. He was finally feeling comfortable with me around him,  he needs us dad,  he does,  are we letting an other boy go ?huh... Tell me... Tell me father.... ? And now I'm crying that type of ugly crying. I can even see tears in dad's eyes, I know he's feeling bad too

'' relax lex,  he will be with a foster family while the police search for his real family... He'll be fine.... ''

''no he won't. He's not stable,  he scared of everything, he just got okay with me around him dad... Le...let's be his foster family,  dad let him stay with us,  he needs us... '