Pup

Chapter 3

He stepped carefully as he waited for his eyes to adjust enough to see shadows and outlines of the environment around him. He kept his steps swift and steady as he crouched down getting closer to the house. Once under the chest high window he took a minute to listen for any voices or sounds that would tell Voight he was spotted or snuck up behind. The coast was clear. Hank raised himself to the window and knocked stiffly a few times before pushing up the window enough for him to slip into. He peered in to try and see or hear any movement to tell him that he was at the right window but it was too dark to see clearly inside. Hank whispered olivers name into the window a few times just loud enough to hear his echo go into the room,
"Oliver, oliver! Wake up kid wake up it's Mister Hank, I'm coming in." Hank pushed himself up to get his head and chest through and pulled his legs into the room. With his boots on the thinly carpeted floor he began to walk toward sounds of rustling cloth and confused moans until his shins hit wood. A bed frame to be exact. A little body stirred and whined,
"Huh? Papa I..I didn't take anything" Oliver rubbed his eyes and pushed himself back until he found the wall making it stiffly crackle.
"Oliver it's Mr. Hank I'm not here to hurt you" Hank said trying to not work the boy up to much.
"Mr. Hank?" oliver responded in confusion leaning forward to find where hank was in the shadows.
" Yes just trust me okay? You're not safe here right now, I need to get you out okay?" Hank said feeling for the boy's shoulders and gently holding him steady.
"Wha-wh-why? What's happening? Oh no is momma mad? Is papa mad?" his voice peaked and quivered with fear.
"No they're not but they're doing some dangerous things with dangerous people and I just want you to be safe while the police take care of what they're doing" Hank explained quickly. He knew he could have made this less frightening fo an event but there wasn't much time left.