Okay guys so i wrote this chapter too! i hope you like it!!!
"Ringgg! Ringgg! It’s still ringing! Ugh, what is the point in us having a house phone if she isn’t going to answer it?!” I slammed the phone down in exasperation.
“Calm down. Try her cell phone, maybe she’ll answer that.” He handed me another quarter.
I took it reluctantly, inserted it into the pay phone and dialed her cell phone number.
“Okay it’s ring-Oh, Hey Mom! Okay so I got lost.” I said over dramatically. “I ran into my friend Andy; okay so cutting to the chase. He needs a place to stay. He doesn’t have any parents and I was wondering if he could stay with us . . .?”
“Oh, um . . . is he a good kid? Good record?” She paused allowing time for me to ask.
“Yeah Ma, he is a good kid. So, can he stay with us?”
“Yeah, I guess. Let him know that he is living under my roof, which means it’s my rules. He is to obey my rules as if I was his mother. Also that means no hanky-panky allowed.”
“Gosh Mom! I don’t think he looks at me like that! Don’t worry.” He looked at me puzzled, I simply ignored him and kept talking. “Okay, well we’re at 389 Walden Street. Can you come get us?”
“Yeah, I’m on my way. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”
“Okay, bye.” I hung up the phone and looked at him. “Why don’t we sit down? She says it’s going to be about fifteen minutes. “
We sat on the curb, mostly in silence, until I couldn’t help it anymore and asked the question that had been gnawing at the back of my mind for a while now.
“Why don’t you have a place to stay?!” I said just a little bit too excitedly.
He stared off in the distance for while before finally looking at me.
He looked sad and with a quivering voice he said. “My dad was abusive . . . and I know what you’re thinking-‘Where is your mom?’. She left, because my dad beat her until the point where she got up and left. I stayed, thinking that he would quit beating. It only got worse, he beat me as if making up for where he couldn’t beat my mom. I couldn’t take it, after a fight one night, a fight that we got into; I left. While he was asleep, I left, left that horrible home and I live wherever I can find a place to sleep.”
He looked at me with the saddest eyes, the saddest that I’ve ever seen. I didn’t say anything, I simply hugged him; I don’t care if it was awkward or pushy, because I did it anyway.
I felt a tear fall on my shoulder, I whispered “Please, don’t cry. You’re going to make me cry. Do not worry you have somewhere to stay now, with people who care about you.” Wait, do I care about him? Of course I do. He’s been nothing but nice, and he had the prettiest eyes.
I felt him tremble. “Thank you, you don’t know how much this means to me.”
A car horn honked and we pulled apart to see headlights shining in our eyes.
