Well isn't this fun? I've returned with more content. I'm skipping Day 1 because I couldn't think of a good way to continue it. So you'll receive a backstory (are we calling it that?) to chapter two. So basically a prequel.

Also do you like the title? I figured if this second one is a response to the first one (Thanks, I Guess), it'd only be right.

Cont. Day 2: Hunger

"Day three…" Max sighed from where he lay on his bed. They boy was only 8 years old and defiantly underweight. No one bothered to feed him, and at 44 pounds, he certainly noticeably starved. So there he was, half awake and waiting to be told there was finally a hot meal for him. But every night was another disappointment.

He rolled himself onto his side and looked at the time on a clock he barely knew how to read. He could take a guess at what the hands on the clock ment, and assumed it was some time after 2 in the morning. "Stop waiting." He mumbled angrily to himself.

Max pulled a small nightlight out from under of his bed and plugged it into the outlet beside him. He dug around under his blankets and hugged a slightly worn out bear. "Maybe I'll get some damn food tomorrow."

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Two year later, after Max had been left in David's care, he still wasn't quite used to receiving meals three times a day. He knew it was great, a huge improvement from his previous situation, but it was so... different. David hadn't noticed at first, he just saw a kid that didn't eat much. That was fine.

But then it became a noticeable habit.

"Hey Max." David peered into Max's room after dinner. Not a single thing on his plate had been touched, it was concerning. Max glanced up from where he was. "What?" David had practiced how to approach the problem multiple times over in his head. He'd be nice and understanding. "Max, why haven't you been eating anything?" Or he could be blunt. Max's eyes quickly turned cold. "That's none of your fucking buisness. Besides I do eat." David shook his head. "I'm going to have to disagree. Just an hour ago I watched you pour all your food into the trash bin. What's been bothering you?" Max walked towards where David stood in the doorway. "Nothing. I threw it out because I didn't want it. That doesn't mean you should be concerned." He pushed David out of the doorway and grabbed the doorknob. "Besides, no one cared before." Then he shut the door. David wanted so badly to go back in and ask more questions, but he knew Max needed space. So he'll give the kid time.

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The next morning, David had made something good for breakfast. Soft pancakes with a perfect amount of butter and syrup. A glass of water and a glass of orange juice sat beside the plate. David wanted to give Max drink options.

Max walked into the kitchen to see what David was making. It smelled good, why wouldn't he go investigate? David glaced over to Max, who was certainly interested in the fresh pancakes. "Good morning, Max! I made breakfast, if you'd like any." Max looked to the plate on the table. It looked good, but "No, I don't want whatever the hell you made." was his quick response. David frowned. "No, I think you should eat. You didn't yesterday." Max ran his small hands over his face and sighed loudly. "Again with this bullshit? David, give it a rest."

"Why? I'd just like you to enjoy a good meal for once."

"You cook all the time."

"But do you eat it?"

"What does it matter?"

They paused. "Max you know your health matters right?"

Max shrugged uncomfortably under his sweater. "Like I said, why does it matter? I'm going back to my room." He shoved his hands into his pockets and started to walk away. "Uh, but, Max! How about whatever you want for breakfast? You don't have to eat the pancakes. You can choose anything you want." David tried. He nearly had to force a welcoming smile. However, Max wouldn't stop walking. "How about you fuck off?"

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Throughout the day Max would only get occasional snacks from the kitchen, but didn't eat a full meal. Tomorrow David would get him to eat, for sure. Max was currently in his room, hopefully sleeping, while David planned his next move. To get the poor kid to eat something was going to take more thought than he had.

And so he thought. For a good two hours. Favorite foods, the perfect timing, what kind of mood will he wake up in? It was all taken into account. After a decent plan was formed, David decided to head to bed for some sleep.

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Max woke up the next morning, hungry. He put his head in his hands for a moment, wondering how David would try to guilt him into eating today. After two failed attempts, he knew the man would try much harder now. Max swung his legs over the side of his bed and jumped down. 'Okay, let's see what horrible attempt David's trying today.' He thought to himself, walking out of his room and to the kitchen.

Stepping into the room, Max smelled no food and didn't see David preparing anything. He just sat at the table and greeted Max with a smile when he walked in. "Did you sleep well?" Max sat with David at the table and tried not to be curious about the lack of food. "I guess so." David hummed a little, listening. "And, are you hungry?" Max shifted in his chair, almost giving David the answer he wanted to hear. "Y-...No." David stood and reached into an open cabinet. "Are you sure? Because I just bought microwave popcorn this morning and I thought we could share it." Then he proceeded to pull out four boxes of popcorn. "After all, I certainly bought enough." Max's eyes widened at the amount of popcorn boxes in front of him, but he nodded. Snacks were fine.

David smiled and tore a box open, chose a bag, and placed it in the microwave. "And while that's going, I figured you might want some of that juice from yesterday." David set down a glass of orange juice. "Don't worry, it's not the same one as yesterday. I'd never give you old juice." Max lifted the cup and drank as the timer on the microwave began beeping. David removed the hot bag and opened it. "Do you want to watch a movie?" David knew that was a bit of a stretch, but he could only try. Max glared. "No." And snatched the bag from David's hands. He shook it a bit to make sure the butter had settled, then began to eat.

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Gradually, David began to give Max larger meals, moving from popcorn to cereal, and to pancakes. It took a few months, but after a week, Max looked much better. "Max, for dinner tonight I was thinking of making pasta, and maybe some bread if you want. Max leaned back in his chair. "Fuck yeah."

I love this boy and I care about his well being.

Hopefully this wasn't a let down to anyone who wanted something else for a Ch. 2 expansion. Write a review if this didn't do you wrong or if there's a specific chapter you want a continuation of.