How was I to tell him that I never want to go back to that wretched place again, that I'd rather sleep on the streets and starve to death...
"I just can't go back to that place... I  can't... "
Knock.
"Should I get you something to eat dear, oh honey! You're crying again, Peter could you hop on down and bring us some paper towels. " said Peter's mom with all the world's kindness filled in her eyes.
Peter walked out the room and his mother whispered something into his ear.
"Now that he's gone dear, you can talk to me, think of me as your mom, what's wrong did you have a fight at your home? "
"I... I don't want to ever go back. Oh please don't call my mom, she's won't even care ,please , please don't send me back there , my step dad he... "
I couldn't hold back the tears.

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