Living With Hope

7~ Questioned boy

Julia, Alfred's mom, helped clean Tobias up.

"What happened?" She asked. Alfred sighed.

"Might have been peer pressure or s lot of his drinks were spiked with vodka. All in all he can't remember his address and as passed out." Daniel, his dad, walked in. He was a doctor.

"Make sure he's monitored all night. Alfred he can stay in your bed. Also take this bucket." Alfred's dad handed him a bucket. He picked Tobias up. Tobias was now wearing fresh pajamas and was all okay. For now. Once Alfred got to his room he put the bucket down and laid Tobias in the bed. He quickly got into bed. He soon fell asleep. In the morning he was woken up by someone throwing up. Alfred opened his eyes.

Tobias had woken up. A wave of nausea and hunger came to mind. He seen a bucket and done the first thing that came to mind. He picked the bucket up, leaned over the side of the bed and threw up in the bucket. Soon Tobias felt a hand on his back and it was rubbing him. Tobias carried on being sick until he had enough and put the bucket down. He laid back and looked around. This wasn't James room. Nor his. Then he seen Alfred.

"Hey." That was all Tobias could choke out. Al smiled.

"Hey, so you carry on resting. I'll drop you off home later on." Tobias was about to argue when another wave of nausea came over him. He grabbed the bucket and vomit made its way in. Alfred smiled and grabbed some clothes, then he got dressed. Tobias had his eyes closed, lying in the bed. The sheets were warm and cozy. Alfred quickly rushed down the stairs where his families guest had turned up. Alfred smiled.

"Sup." Arthur mumbled as he wanted to go home and dress in something else.

"Hey Arthur. Question.... Where does your friend live?" Arthur looked. Both were unaware the grown ups were listening in.

"My friend?" He asked. Right, of course he wouldn't know by just a friend.

"Tobias." Arthur switched from get me out if this to big brother mode. He pushed Alfred and ran upstairs. Knowing Tobias maybe up there. Sure enough a boy was on the floor, throwing up.

"What were you drinkin'?" Tobias looked.

"I only had five shots.... I'm pretty sure my drinks of cola were spiked. When I stopped I got booed at, so I carried...." Tobias couldn't finish. Another wave of nausea came over him and more vomit made its way out his mouth. Arthur sighed going into Al's room and writing Tobias address.

"Here. Get him home." Al nodded. Picking Tobias up. He still had hold of the bucket and was still throwing up. As Al went to walk out side Tobias yelled.

"Thank you Al's parents for your hospitality. Also, hi Mr and Mrs Jones! I see Arthur us normal as alwa......" Again he threw up and Alfred closed the door. He got to his car and put Tobias in. Then he got in and drove to the address. Once there, Tobias got out.

"I could get rid of the bucket for ya." Tobias shook his head.

"My neighbor has accused me of robbing his watch.... Why would I want that? Anyway his kid has been growing eggs at me. I'm getting pay back." Al rolled his eyes and watched as Tobias went to his neighbours house and dumped the bucket all over the front step. Then he ran for it, throwing the bucket.

"Really?" Alfred laughed. Tobias ran into his house. Not before saying.

"I owe you a bucket and anything else for helping me." Al smiled at that offer. Of course he was going to take it.

Tobias tried to sneak in but was stopped by his grandpa smiling.

"Look who came to visit." A woman stood up. Her hair was a mess. Her clothes were ripped and smelt awful. Her eyes looked empty while her mouth held a smile. Tobias looked at his grandpa.

"Look at my little boy. All growing up." Tobias knew he should have hugged her, but he felt a new emotion. Anger.

"Grandpa.... I want to go to my room.... Please." He pleaded. Tobias anger was so much. It was unbelievable.

"Now that's not how to speak to your mother!" She shouted.

"Sarah stop." Oscar said.

"No. He has no respect. I gave him life." She told. Tobias gritted his teeth.

"But you have me and Arthur away." Soon Sarah came close and slapped Tobias.

"Don't ever speak to me like that." Tobias couldn't be bothered. He pushed passed his grandpa and shut his bed room door. Now he had hatred towards her. So much. She never cared about him. Nor Arthur. Tobias wasn't bothered by the feelings. He didn't question their relationship. To him, he had no mother. Only a grandpa, grandpa and other people in his family he barely sees.