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Chapter 2:

Derek's POV

"Simon?" he did not answer. I pounded the door again; nothing.

I swung my fist back and punched the door aggressively, it cracked, hmm, let's just hope dad does not find out. I pushed and pulled as the hinges groaned in protest, finally I stepped back and slammed myself full force into the oak swing free from it screws.

I raked the shower curtain open and saw Simon unconscious. Well it explained the lack of response. I yanked him onto my u and carried him out of the bathroom, grabbing his tester and insulin off the end table. I slung him onto the bed and pulled out his tester shakily. He was 35.9, fuck. My blood pounded in my ears, I yanked out his pen and dialed 8 units of nr. I shoved it in his arm. Good thing Simon wasn't awake otherwise he'd be bitching at me for giving a crappy needle, apparently I was rough.

I left him under the blanket and returned to my packing. My heart was still racing. Hell he is such a stupid ass sometimes.

I packed tooth brushes, a change of clothes and sugar in a bag. I knew it would be a hard life from now on. If we made it to Andrews that, would be good. When I got to the kitchen, I went to the fridge, dad always said I would make him bankrupt from my monstrous eating of food, though I never gained a pound of fat, I ate non-stop, Especially when I was stressed out, which I was.

I carried, bread, mayo, burger paddies, mustard, onions, ketchup, and tomatoes back to the counter, and made a huge burger. When it was made I carried it out to the couch where, I inhaled it.

I placed my dish in the sink, and headed up to the bathroom. Lately I had noticed my perfect complexion was now dotted with red dots. I itched at them. Not that I cared how I look, I just picked up on these things, like the time I noticed a girl Simon like had a pimple in her eyebrow, when I had reported that to her, well let's just say Simon was not so happy when he was dateless for the dance.

After using up all the hot water, I finally got out and shook my hair, yes like a dog. It rubs off.

I circled the house again inside and out. When I got behind the shed I heard a little growl, my eyebrows raised as I crouched down. A little flea bitten dog stared up at me fiercely. You were kidding me right, I laughed the dog shot up and scratched at my legs.

"Shit! ouch! Geroff me!" I kicked the dog, I ran around the yard, I really did not want to hurt the little thing but it teeth weren't as little as it obedience. I ran up to the door panting. Once inside I plumped down on a chair.

I did not know when dogs had started hating me, but it was rather difficult, with all your neighbors keeping dogs. I went up to my bed room, and shucked my shoes off. I sighed as I lay down. I watched the day replay behind my lids as I dozed off.

I woke to the sound of scratching; I jerked upright and was fully awake within seconds.

With my eyes narrowed, I stood up and eyed the room suspiciously.

I looked at the window as if it had teeth, then with a glance down at my watch I nearly jumped out of my pants; it was 10:45! I lumbered out of the room and grabbed my rucksack, snatched a box of protein bars.

Then I flew up to Simon's room, shook him awake and threw clothing on top of his bed; he groaned.

"wah? What time is it?"

"10:50, get up we're late."

"Hmm. Ah, why am I naked?

"You passed out in the shower last night." I glared at him. "Because, you did not take your insulin.

He looked away sheepishly at that. "Uhm, sorry bro, I was just angry and mad-"

"It doesn't matter just get dressed so we can leave." And I turned and left before he could get all sensitive over it.

Once I was out of the room, I heard him lumber out of bed and fumble around with his drawer.

I was awakened from my thoughts, by a 'thump, thump, thump', on the door downstairs. I scurried down taking two steps at a time.

I looked out the peep hole and blinked in surprise, there was a man and a woman in suits outside. They knocked again and said "Children's care, please open the door." I still hovered over the lock for a minute before, I slipped it open.

"Hello." A man in his early forty's said in a false happy voice.

I looked him over. Then my gaze slipped to the woman beside him, she was tall blonde and nasty looking.

When I did not answer he continued. "Is your father home?" a perfectly normal question except for the mean, gleaming look in his eyes.

"No." I answered indifferently.

"When's the last time you saw him?" the blonde woman prompted.

Just then Simon lumbered down the stairs. His face furrowed questioningly at me.

"Who's this" he asked me worriedly.

I looked at the woman. "He's got a point, who are you?"

"We're child care and we've heard your father left you alone." When I opened my mouth, Simon interrupted me heatedly.

"Yeah, so your point please?"

The woman's eyes flared, along with her nostrils. "I'm afraid we heard your father has abandoned you. Now you must come with us, whether by force, is up to you."

"We are not going anywhere." I paused, "until you tell us who you are." The lady looked at me oddly. "Who you really are, Yes, I know you're not 'child care' you don't have identification on you."

Simon looked at me quizzically; I scratched my nose and winked at him, but covered the wink with rubbing my eye.

"How did you-" the woman queried.

"So it's true." Simon said eyes narrowed suspiciously

The Man glared at Simon, "so who are you?" I asked not dropping the question.

"We're the Edison group; we are child care, just not the type you know about."

"What type are you then?"

"The type for you, Derek. Yes I know your name and I know your past, present, and well I would say future, but we all know that is un-realistic." He paused watching for my response (; which let me tell you I was shocked off my baboon.) "We have your files and we can help you Derek."

I cleared my throat. "We'll go get our stuff." The woman smiled, rubbing her hands together, if only she knew, nasty beoth.

I grabbed Simons arm, as he protested, as I pulled him up the stairs, "Simon!" I hissed. " get your bag."

"Are you bloody mental!" he hissed back, jerking his arm free.

"No, we're sneaking out." Understanding steeled his eyes.

I watched his door close, before I head off to my own room, grabbing my pre-packed bag.

I hurried out meeting Simon in the hall "now what?" he panicked. I ushered him into the bathroom, he looked at me questioningly.

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