A few more twigs snapped before I finally saw who it was. A small boy covered in dirty. His head was down as he walked around looking for something. His clothing was tattered, holes and rips all over. His hair was longer than most boys his age have, which was five or six from his looks, it was so dirty you could not tell his hair color. He was deathly pale, he was unhealthy skinny. The poor thing looked as if he hadn't eaten in weeks.
when he finally looked up at me, his hazel eyes widened and his whole body froze. The fear was clear in his eyes. I emotion I knew all to well. I gave him a gentle smile, holding my hands up showing I meant no harm. "Hello, I'm October. I won't hurt you I swear." The boy seem to understand but he still did not move. A growling noise came from him. He quickly covered his stomachs his dirty cheeks flashing red.
It was so cute I couldn't help but giggle. "Here, I have something." I dug in my pocket for a chocolate bar. Then slowly stretched my arm out for him to take the candy. At first he did not move, just watched me. Then he slowly came and then snatched the chocolate from me. He ripped off the wrapper and began to demolish it. His eyes widened, and he licked his fingers wanting more. Again I giggled. "Tell you what, I have some food and more chocolate at my home." I stood slowly as he watched me. "I can take you with me. Its your choice." I held my hand out palm up. He looked at me for a moment trying to see if I would lie. I was not at all lying. I knew what it was like to be starved, it was a terrible torture. He slowly took my hand and nodded. I grinned and began to walk home, with the little boy, who I had yet to hear speak. Did I mention his color was forest green?
We walked back to my home and I had taken food out for him. It seemed mom and gran weren't home yet. He sat at the table in the kitchen looking around in wonder. I was cooking hamburgers with French fries and I also had cut some carrots and cooked them, sprinkling cinnamon on them for flavor. He need food so I wanted to give him something easy for a young child to eat but I did want something healthy in him too.
As soon as the food was done I took out two plates. I set two hamburgers on one and a single burger on the other. I loaded the first plate with fries and carrots while the other got a normal portion. I sat the foot piled plate over to the boy while I got out three cups. I poured two with water and one with milk. Giving the boy one water and the milk. He was almost done while I just began. I smiled at him. "Greedy little boy. But I guess I'll let it slid, next time you'll need to eat slower you'll get sick if you keep eating like that." His head flew up and looked at me in shock. "What? Did you think I'd send you back out there? Heavens no! You'll stay right here. I know this isn't much, but we have food, a roof over us, and a warm bed." After that I went back to eating. "T-thank you." A small timid voice said. I looked up to meet the wide hazel eyes of the boy. I grinned at him, "Its fine, can you tell me your name? I can't call you boy forever." He nodded and said softly. "Peter." I smiled at him. "Well, its nice to meet you Peter."
After we ate, I called my mom and told her what all had happened. She was more than understanding, and asked me what size he looked to wear. I told her what I thought he looked to be, and she said she would bring him something to wear. My mother was a saint I swear. I asked the Peter if he'd like a bath, and he nodded. I had him follow me as I walked in to our small bathroom and started the water asking if he liked the temperature. He nodded, and I helped him take his clothing off and get in. I asked if I could wash him. Each time asking if I could touch him when need to wash his arms, or hair. He nodded each time. I was thankful he was allowing me too, showing he trusted me not to hurt him. I did not ask him where his parents were for fear of upsetting him. But I knew one thing, his parents better be dead for how he looked. Or I would have killed them. After washing his hair I learned it was a dark sandy blonde, making me think to the beach on a warm summer day. I smiled at its color.
as I took him out I hear the door open and close. Peter frozen but I rubbed his back saying, "Its okay, its my mother. I told her about you and she bought something for you to wear for tonight." He calmed making me sigh in relief. My mom called out and I signal her to the bathroom. She walked in seeing the boy and smiling. He looked to me and I nodded telling him it was alright. My mother had a bag in her hand and then handed it to me. In it was a pajama top and matching bottoms with little smiley faces all over. She also bought underwear for him. He allowed me to put them on him. He looked down at the smiley faces and smiled himself. I couldn't help but smile too.
I asked Peter if he was ready for bed, and his answer was a loud yawn. I smiled and took him to my room and pulled the sheets back. He looked around my room in awe. I in turn looked too. It was a small room with with white walls and pictures of my mother and gran smiling.
"Here you go. I'll be right out in the living room if you need me at anytime. Don't Be afraid to ask for anything." I began to walk out when he grabbed my shirt looking down. I kneed beside him asking what was wrong. "I don't want to sleep alone..." I smiled gentle at him and said. "Well then, I'll sleep in my bed too. Is that better?" He nodded smiling, I took him in my bed laying beside him and he cuddled up to me. He was soon giving cute little snoozes. I smiled,and kissed his forehead. "Sweet dreams , Peter."
So I think I did pretty good. Did you all miss me? I missed you guys! I finally updated after a damn year, tell you what once the story is done you can all beat me up to a bloody mess.
