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Although it was as bright as it could be Francisco's heart was the complete opposite. It was the typical summer day, hundred-degree weather, vendors yelling for customers, and kids playing to their hearts content. Unfortunately, for this boy it's a dark day. He had been enjoying a good game of ding-dong-ditch before he had to come home due to the body needing water. Francisco once tried to last three days without water, safe to say that didn't end well. Francisco returned home expecting to find his father relaxing on the couch. He didn't. in fact, he walked into something quiet the opposite of relaxing.

His young mind couldn't process the specifics but from what he's heard from his tutors, 'those' actions are meant to be done with your significant other. Even though he didn't understand the reasons behind the action, he did understand that the woman on the couch wasn't his mother. The mother he knows would never let her guard down like that, not even for a second. The mother he knows would wrap him with her long arms and keep all monsters away from him. The mother he knows, is not this woman.

Since whatever sound coming from them was so loud they didn't even notice that the door was open. Neither of them noticed when the young boy creaked it close either. The boy was lost, not sure what to do in this situation.

The father he knows was tough and would never make a face like that. He would let him ride on his shoulders and would play battleship with him. The father he knows loves his wife, or so it should be.

Francisco back pedaled, turned, and began to run nowhere specific. He simply knew that he had to get away from there. After some time he felt his short, black curly hair begin to stick to his forehead. He stroked them aside and realized how exhausted he was. His brown eyes looked for a pit-stop and eventually found one.

He sat down at the bus stop to relax and collect his thoughts.

What do I do? He asked himself, Do I tell mom? What were they even doing? Maybe---Maybe what I saw was because of my exhaustion? He shakes his head, No, it's not that.

The boy is so caught up in his thoughts that he doesn't realize the shady person sit right beside him. The person wears a large, ripped cloak that has seen better days. From her lower body there isn't anything protecting her really, this point is proved as men pass them. Their eyes already making their mind think of vulgar thoughts.

Finally, he sighs and looks up to where the sky would be but instead is green mold. He looks to his right and touches the side of the small cabinet like bus-stop. He looks to his left and finds himself backpedaling to his right. The rusted inner wall stops him from going further.

Francisco looks at the woman beside him. He sizes her up in case of the worst case-scenario. Kidnappers come in all shape, sizes, genders, and ages these days. One can never be too careful, thus, the boy readies to leave.

'Wait', she calls out, her voice surprisingly smooth and seductive, 'I can sense unease coming from you. Perhaps I can help with that'.

Francisco politely smiles, 'Uhm, no thank you ma'am. I won't do drugs'.

The lady frowns, the creases crunch together, 'I have something better than a temporary ease', she states as if his statement insulted him, 'Just give me two minutes of your time and I'm sure I can ease your worries'.

Usually, he would have politely declined and gone with his day. But that would be on a normal day and as humans are: they will find something or somebody else to come up with solutions for them. So, Francisco relaxes and comes closer. He flicks his hair back and scratches away the strands stuck on his forehead.

'You won't regret this,' she states confidently, 'Now, I know we just meet and that I'm just some stranger to you. But for me to help I need to know what worries you', she nods to him.

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