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I never wanted to kill someone so much in my life. But, when I saw those big, watery, hazel eyes staring up at me, a feeling of fury consumed me. "F-Fred!" I called from the door frantically. The little boy stood in front of me with a small, fake, plastic suitcase. A red sweater sleeve hung out of the corner in the little play thing. His little mouth was in a O agape with thirst.
"What is it Katie?! Can't I use the loo in peace for Christ sakes?!" Fred yells from upstairs, annoyed with a hint of frustration.
"Danny is here." I said blankly. There was a long silence. "What?" Fred yells from upstairs again, confused. "Danny, your son, he's here." I choke out. I hear the toilet flush and the bathroom door suddenly slam. He comes rushing down the stairs still pulling up his pants. The little boy's head tilted to the side to see Fred standing behind me in amazement. Then the grandest smile spread across his helpless little face. Fred looked behind Danny. "Where's Angelina?" His smile quickly disappeared. "At home…" He whispers shyly.
I could murder her.
Inside we both peered at him across the kitchen table incredulously. He sipped his hot chocolate cautiously. The faucet sink dripped.
"Danny, how did you get here? Why are you here?" Fred asks rather tactlessly . My heart broke looking at him. I just wanted to wrap him up in my arms and protect him from all the bad feelings in the world. I could love him. I could. Danny looked right into Fred's eyes. "Well, I walked a long ways. Sometimes I ran, but then my feet started to hurt." He takes another sip and started concentrating on the mug of hot chocolate, not meeting Fred's eyes. "And, um last night mommy said she didn't want me around anymore. So I came here." Fred's fists clenched and I put my hand on his shoulder to help him relax.
"I hope you don't mind." Danny says with his voice cracking. "Of course not!" Fred and I shouted at the same time, hoping we didn't frighten the little boy.
He had gotten so big since I'd last seen him. And, he looks so much like me. I missed him so much. I scrub his dirty back slowly.
"You never came back home." He said timidly. He's always been a shy little thing. I bet it was because Angelina and I fought around him constantly. I've so many regrets. For once I was lost for words. "This is my home Danny." Was that the best I had? Was that all I could say to a little boy who's walked all this way to see me? I wanted to cry, to beg him for his forgiveness. I remember the first time I found out about him.
It was in 7th year and I was in Angelina's room, nearly half asleep. Usually she would be snoring right now but she looked like something was weighing on her mind. She sat up on the bed, her back turned towards me. I yawned loudly. "Ange what's wrong." She didn't say anything. If she wasn't going to tell me I wasn't going to pressure her. I was too tired. So, I closed my eyes. I knew I shouldn't be sleeping in her room because my girlfriend Katie Bell wouldn't take kindly to the idea. But, I was too tired to be discreet.
"Uh, Fred I need you to do me a favor." I raised one of my eyebrows and grinned wrapping my arm around her waist. "How many favors do you need a night girl?" She sighed and pushed me away rather roughly. "I'm serious." She said a bit sadly. This is when I sat up. "Anything for you love." She smiles. "You know how George and you come up with a bunch of those crazy inventions ?" I nodded slowly. "Yeah.." She turns to look at me. "Can you make me something…special?" I grin widely. "You have no idea Ange I can make you the coolest thing! It'd be like…like.." Angelina shook her head. "No, no Fred I need you to make something for me, a sort of concoction." My brows furrowed. "Concoction?" She lies down on her back and stares up at me. "Yes." She whispers. "Something special…" I grabbed a strand of her hair and focused on it twirling it between my fingertips.
"I don't understand." Angelina licks her lips. "Make me a cleanser perhaps, that's something special." Still playing with her hair I mutter. "Like soap?" Angelina shakes her head no. "I was thinking more along the lines of a inner cleanse." I let go of her hair. This game is getting old fast. "What do you need cleaned out of you, are you sick?" Angelina sensing my irritation nodded her head quickly in compliance. "Yeah, that kind of cleanser, one that gets rid of mucus, colds, and….eggs." She had said the last words so low I couldn't hear her. "I beg your pardon." She cleared her throat, and with a smile of a kid who's hand has been caught in the cookie jar, she said louder. "Eggs Fred, I need you to make me something that gets rid of my eggs." I sit up slowly, and rocked back and forth a few seconds before throwing up on the floor.