Orphan ~ Max X Neil fanfiction ~

Chapter 2

Max POV

I did it I finally ran away from my shit excuse for parents. I've been walking outside for about thirty minutes now, but I've still no clue where I'm gonna go. It's kinda still light out so I've just been walking down the street towards the park.

I get to the park and sit down on one of the many rusted brown benches. I look out onto the faces of many families that were there, eating ice cream, pushing each other on the swings, even having picnics. I sighed and slumped back on the bench, I was currently thinking about what to do, I don't have friends really so I can't ask to stay over, I'm for a fact not going back to my parents house ever! I pulled out my turkey and cheese sandwich and took a bite as I scanned around the perimeter of the park; I could go to the police department? yeah I'll do that besides what human can leave a kid outside, at night, and with no where to go and completely bat an eye. I finished up my sandwich and grabbed my grape juice box all while getting up from the bench and packing up what I had left of my food, I put my backpack back on my back and grabbed my lunchbox; I had previously stuffed Mr. Honeynuts into my bag so I just started off towards the public police department.

I walk up to the metal double doors of the police department and took a breath, I'm scared for what I'm about to do. What if they send me back I'd be in even more trouble then ever before! but I can't panic I have to stay strong, I felt something run down my cheek and I quickly rubbed the area with my hoodie sleeve, pulling it back to see a wet track of tears, since when was I crying? Apparently when I was crying in front of the door one of the security guards came and opened the doors. I looked up at him and saw that he was a tall white male with piercing blue eyes and a bleached blonde hairstyle, He crouched down to my level and asked what was wrong. Never in my life had someone cared about me, I was so desperate for attention and love that I cried harder and threw myself into his arms and stained his almost florescent white shirt with my hot tears.

I don't act like this, never in my life. My parents "actions" always prevented me from it, like my dad had always said,

"The world already has enough problems, The don't need a crybaby to top it all off."

The security guard picked me up and walked me back into the station, not answering any questions thrown at him from the many people we passed. He soon put me down on a black couch decorated with white pillows. When he sat me down he sat at a chair that was across the room behind a desk decorated with a lot of religious items; like multiple inverted and non inverted crosses, a little figurine of Jesus on the cross, and the creepiest by far was a crooked knife; those kinds you use to sacrifice things with; sitting in a glass case on the wall. He looked over at me as I was busy wiping the tears from my cheeks, he spoke,

" So why were you crying outside little boy?"

I looked up at him and looked away, I was unsure if I should open up about my feelings but he's anybody but my parents so I told him. I told him all the fucked up shit from abusing me to blaming me for my sisters death and he sat in silence and listened, I rambled on and on about all the things they put me through, him budging in with little comments and questions, and eventually I stopped, I had nothing more to say and if I kept going I would just be rambling.

He stopped writing on his mini clipboard and stared me down,

"Do you know their address? We need to have a talk with them."

I said no and looked down, I felt so stupid. The one way I could've served justice to my shit parents and I don't even know our house address. He looked down then started searching for something. I lifted my head just a little to try and see over the desk to see what he was looking for. Then he lifted his hand back up and swiftly flipped a pair of car keys on his pointer finger. He gave me a look that I could just tell was saying to follow him out of the room, so I did, all the way until we eventually ended up in the staff parking lot. He double clicked the button and the lights to a white G-wagon flickered.

He lead me to the highly expensive car and opened the front door. He's letting me sit in the front seat of his car. My parents literally never let me do that, So I was a bit ecstatic. I got inside and sat on the leather seats while the man put the keys into the ignition. The car rumbled to life as he leaned over to put the seat belt over me, I was so in awe that I didn't interfere until I felt the car begin to move. I looked through the window, enjoying the comfortable silence we had between one another until I heard,

"Do you remember where you came from?"

"My shit of a mother?" I answered in a confused manner.

"No, I mean do you remember the way you went to get here."

"Oh..."

I sighed in embarrassment, realizing what he meant after explaining then proceeded to guide him from the park across the street, backtracking the steps I took all the way until we eventually ended up back at the house. I felt a pang of relief when I saw that my dad's car was still there. I went to open the door when the man stopped me and gave me his phone,

"No, you stay here. I don't want you to get even more hurt. I'll go in and you call the police if I don't come out in 5."

I was in shock, this random man that I met earlier today was not only about to confront my parents for being so shitty but he was also aware of the danger he could be putting himself through. I reached for his phone and sat back into the seat while he got out and locked the doors. I watched intently as he walked up to the house and knocked on the door, then I turned my attention to his phone; Man, this man has an obsession with White, his case is white, his background is white, hell he even has a dog that's white and he's named Blanc. 

I went through this guys phone and found out that his name is Daniel, based on his pictures he seems like a neat freak, he also graduated top of his class in something called cultism? Other than that he seems like a good guy. I click out of his camera and swipe though his apps, he has YouTube, spotify, and even candy crush; 

every

single 

game.

He's kinda weird based on what I've just seen. I was just about to go through his search history when I saw his shadow in the corner of my eye, I clicked out of google and went to a random game he had to make it not look so suspicious. He got back in the car right after putting something in the trunk then made eye contact with me. He stared at me for a good minute and right when I was about to ask him what happened he grabbed me and put me in the tightest hug I've ever been given. I was shocked, why was he hugging me?

"What happened? why are you hugging me?"

"I'm so sorry..."

I didn't understand but once I thought about it he probably meant about my parents, He probably walked in on my dad smoking, or my mom drinking her heart out, or one of their huge arguments they usually have after they do both of those things. But for once I knew that he understood my problem. Once I realized I felt somewhat calm, peaceful. I knew that someone was there for me and understood what I had to deal with almost my entire life.

We ended up just hugging in front of my house, Daniel with both arms wrapped around me and repeating apologies, and me just accepting it, not hugging back just embracing this hug. I never liked hugs before but this hug seemed helpful, It let me know that I wasn't alone during this and i'ts honestly one of the best hugs I've had.