Toby was still under her bed in the morning, curled around himself and sobbing softly. Connie tried to get him out, but he didn't acknowledge her, only continuing to hide away, sighing, she left the room to make herself breakfast, the incident last night weighing heavily on her mind. Making her way to the kitchen, she walked to the cupboard and grabbed the baking mix. They really where in danger, last night had convinced her of that, she thought, scooping some of the mix into a bowl, god, what had her son gotten himself into.
What had he gotten them into. Connie opened the refrigerator and removed the eggs and milk, after measuring out the milk and cracking two of the eggs, she began to stir. The people who had broken in last night would be back soon, she knew, and they would take her son if they could. Her grip tightened on the measuring cup in her hand as she poured the batter onto the pan. She couldn't let that happen, not again.
Connie watched as the batter sizzled, perhaps her son would be safer in police custody. It would be harder for whoever had did this to him to get at him, atleast. Connie felt tears welling in her eyes, but was quick to wipe them away. Grabbing a spatula from the drawer, she went to flip the pancakes, allowing them to cook evenly. Quietly, she formulated a plan, she'd get Toby breakfast, try to calm him down somewhat, and then... drive him to the police station, and turn her son in. Atleast she'd have some idea of who's imprisoning her son then.
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Toby huddled beneath the bed, petrified after last night, he couldn't go back with them, but... He didn't know how he could get away from them. He curled in on himself, the weight of his situation baring down on him. "Toby" Toby was jarred out of his thoughts by the sound of his mom calling him, he turned in the direction of her voice, but didn't come out, after a moment, Connie kneeled down, peaking under the bed, "it's safe now" she said, voice heavy, "their gone". Toby watched her, uncertainly, but cautiously moved out from under the bed.
He glanced around, trying to locate the others, and calmed somewhat upon realizing they weren't there. After a moment, Connie spoke, "I made breakfast" she said, gently tugging him towards the door, Toby followed her to the kitchen, not wanting to be left alone.
Arriving in the kitchen, Connie went to set the table with the plates of pancakes she had prepared previously, Toby, following quickly, beat her to the pancakes, carefully grabbing the plates, he brought them to the table, and placed them before two of the seats. Despite her nervousness, Connie smiled, going to the refrigerator to grab the syrup before joining her son at the table, Toby watched her expectantly as she sat down, and then sat in the chair next to her. On the other side of her from where he sat was his plate, Connie was quick to move it in front of him.
Toby poked at his food, reluctant to eat as the two sat in silence, after a few minutes, Toby spoke, "I'm sorry" he muttered, curling in on himself on the chair. Connie glanced at him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Toby" she said, after a moment, Toby glanced at her before looking away, Connie continued, "please understand that no matter what happens, I-" her voice cracked, and she began to choke on her words, "I love you, and-and whatever happens, I'll help you, I promise" she said, pulling Toby into a hug, "never forget that"
Slowly, Toby returned the hug, burying his head into her shoulder.