PROLOGUE
Jim was feeling terribly lonely again, but his 5 years old didn't let him fully understand what he felt. He could feel the pressure on his chest, the pain in his head, the need to cry, the need to run. But he stood still. Because even tho he was only 5, he was brave.
He was sitting on his bed, covered by old rags. The room smell of moist wood. The silence only perturbed by the sounds of an old man snoring. Frank was dead drunk in the couch. Had been for the past 3 hours, the same time Jim was sitting in his bed trying to understand that his mother was not coming home. At least that was what Frank had said, oblivious to the pain it caused.
Jim finally got up. He had to do something, he couldn't be in that house any longer. He pick it up his battered backpack and shoved inside some old photos of his deceased dad, his pad, some salt crackers, water and a change of clothes.
The child very blue eyes were full of tears unshed. He got out by the back door without knowing that this decision would change the course of his life, save him from years of pain and suffering. The young James fled into the night, his golden hair swaying in the wind, going directly to the woods he knew so well. He was out of Frank, the old drunk bastard, farm in no time. He made no noise.
Here it begins my first Kirk/Spock story. Hope you all enjoy :) Reviews make me happy