Abducted.

chapter 3: memories

I remember the first time I met Harry. He was walking  down the hallway to the cafe. His eyes on the floor.  He was the outcast in my elementary schools he was quiet and dressed in old clothes with holes in them. Everyone suspected he was poor but I didn't agree with them. I believed that everyone had there challenges. So one no one understood him or tried to understand him.  I was an outcast too. I was the ugly duckling . My features  were to big for my face making me look like an ogre. It's a shock what puberty did for my face. So I walked alone also my head bent looking at the floor tired of people's jokes and insults. I walked into the lunch Line.  Getting my pizza and milk. I looked at the tables. they all had friends people to share there deepest  secrets  too but I had no one.  There was a lone table with a lone person.  His hair wasn't  curly like it now before it was straight straight  and chocolate  brown. I walked to the table and looked down to the floor  sucking up all my pride.

"May I sit with you?"

"I don't  care." he said rudely a sure clear sign he didn't want me with him but I did anyway. I sat across from.

He was quiet the whole lunch period  but I didn't  mind I finally had company. Quiet company but still company.

The bell rung signaling  the end of lunch.

"Thank  you for letting  me sit with you. It meant a lot."

He looked up his eyes troubled.

"yeah."

With that he walked out  without a look back. I thought about him all night.  His troubled face and green eyes. I sat with him again and again.  Until finally he opened up little by little. We became good friends a few months later. He fully opened up to me and I opened up to him. I told him about how my father would get drunk and beat my mother.

While my mother fed up with the beating became an Achohlic to numb her physical and emotional pain.

He told me about his father Des beating his mother enough to leave him and his little sister alone.

His father did drugs and drank beer. Instead of beating his mother now he beat him. Harry took beating from both him and his sister leading to daily abuse. It's a shock how a 5th grader had to grow up so fast when really he should be out riding a bike or something.

My heart ached for him.  so I promised myself I'd never let him go I'd Stay with him and love him for as long as he needed. I'd let home live out his childhood for as long as I could. In our friendship he was nice and kind always. It's a shock that a boy I knew for years would do this!? 

I heard the door open and I looked at him.

"I'm back babe." Harry's voice growled