Chapter 17: A home that is not home...
"What?" Eric asked, stunned, although it wasn't really a question. He couldn't cry, he was far beyond crying.
"I'm sorry Eric, but we all knew this was going to happen eventually, some time soon" his doctor explained.
He didn't know whether he was glad or sad. But he did know that his father could never harm him again. Some time in the middle of that night his father had passed away.
"He did however leave you something" and with that Dr. Beheta reached into his pocket and pulled out a small folded up piece of paper, then handed it to Eric.
"What's this?" he asked, as he unfolded the piece of paper. he looked down at it.
Dear Eric I know that you can probably never forgive me for what I did, but if you could find it in your heart.....
After reading the first line Eric looked up at Dr. Beheta. He didn't move. He didn't say anything. He just stood very still for a moment, before reaching out and putting the paper back into Dr. Beheta's pocket.
"I don't want this" he said with a blank expression.
Then he turned to Donna with his puppy dog eyes, like nothing had even happened and said, "Can I stay at your place tonight?"
He looked her in the eyes. "Please..."
Donna looked at him concerned for a second and then mumbled "Well...I guess my dad wouldn't have a problem with that, as long as you slept in the guest room" she replied, giving into him.
"Of course, where else would I sleep?" he said giving her a grin.
Donna ignored his question and shook her head, with a small smile humorously.
Dr. Beheta watched them leave and sighed to himself. He took the letter from his pocket and glanced over it.
"Poor kid" he whispered under his breath.
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Donna's dad didn't mind Eric sleeping at their house, but he knew it couldn't be permanent. And Eric knew that as well. He just tried to think positive.
"Well, you are sleeping in here" Donna told Eric pointing her finger towards the rather big guestroom, which had a king, sized bed living inside it.
"Cool" Eric stated.
"My mum is making dinner at about sixish"
" Am I invited?"
"No, were just gonna let you starve" Donna replied sarcastically as she exited down stairs, leaving Eric to unpack his things.
When he was finished, he sat on the bed that was not his bed, in a room that was not his and sighed. He was happy to be where he was instead of in his own home, which was now not his home, as he no longer lived there. He didn't want to go back to his mom and dad's house; it was too scarred with memories. Apart from Laurie he had no immediate family left. With his mother in a coma and his father dead, he was almost all alone, if not for the few friends he had.
"ERIC" Donna shouted from downstairs.
When she got no reply she headed up stairs towards his room.
"Eric, dinner's ready, c'mon," she said
She found him lying on the bed asleep.
'Everything must have really worn him out' she thought to herself.
She thought she'd better not wake him and so left him to sleep, saving some food for him incase he woke up hungry some time later.
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"He should be able to stay there for a little while longer before they take him away" Dr. Beheta argued.
"He can spend week at the most there, but we have to move him into foster care after that" said the voice on the other line.
Giving up Dr. Beheta sighed. "Alright, but this is going to break this kid's heart..."
So...sorry bout all this taking so long...well actually I would usually be busy, but bad news gives me more time to work this. Well, I erm, got beaten up, they took my skateboard I got for my birthday, few days ago as well, no reason at all, maybe cos I am kind of mosha like, thas no reason though, *sniffs*, but I waiting for my face to go back to normal, cos I got kicked about 15 times in my head and face, then I will probably busy again, but I will try, and I mean it, to get more of this done! Well, I actually have experience now, to write bout the beatings, that isn't a good thing, but people always say look on the bright side, anyway, so...Leeds Festival, good charlotte, the used, sum41, All American rejects...like 50 other gr8 bands playing there...Leeds Festival is this Friday, yay, can't wait, I should be healed by then...anyway, hope you liked this pls, review, I'd missed saying that almost...
"What?" Eric asked, stunned, although it wasn't really a question. He couldn't cry, he was far beyond crying.
"I'm sorry Eric, but we all knew this was going to happen eventually, some time soon" his doctor explained.
He didn't know whether he was glad or sad. But he did know that his father could never harm him again. Some time in the middle of that night his father had passed away.
"He did however leave you something" and with that Dr. Beheta reached into his pocket and pulled out a small folded up piece of paper, then handed it to Eric.
"What's this?" he asked, as he unfolded the piece of paper. he looked down at it.
Dear Eric I know that you can probably never forgive me for what I did, but if you could find it in your heart.....
After reading the first line Eric looked up at Dr. Beheta. He didn't move. He didn't say anything. He just stood very still for a moment, before reaching out and putting the paper back into Dr. Beheta's pocket.
"I don't want this" he said with a blank expression.
Then he turned to Donna with his puppy dog eyes, like nothing had even happened and said, "Can I stay at your place tonight?"
He looked her in the eyes. "Please..."
Donna looked at him concerned for a second and then mumbled "Well...I guess my dad wouldn't have a problem with that, as long as you slept in the guest room" she replied, giving into him.
"Of course, where else would I sleep?" he said giving her a grin.
Donna ignored his question and shook her head, with a small smile humorously.
Dr. Beheta watched them leave and sighed to himself. He took the letter from his pocket and glanced over it.
"Poor kid" he whispered under his breath.
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Donna's dad didn't mind Eric sleeping at their house, but he knew it couldn't be permanent. And Eric knew that as well. He just tried to think positive.
"Well, you are sleeping in here" Donna told Eric pointing her finger towards the rather big guestroom, which had a king, sized bed living inside it.
"Cool" Eric stated.
"My mum is making dinner at about sixish"
" Am I invited?"
"No, were just gonna let you starve" Donna replied sarcastically as she exited down stairs, leaving Eric to unpack his things.
When he was finished, he sat on the bed that was not his bed, in a room that was not his and sighed. He was happy to be where he was instead of in his own home, which was now not his home, as he no longer lived there. He didn't want to go back to his mom and dad's house; it was too scarred with memories. Apart from Laurie he had no immediate family left. With his mother in a coma and his father dead, he was almost all alone, if not for the few friends he had.
"ERIC" Donna shouted from downstairs.
When she got no reply she headed up stairs towards his room.
"Eric, dinner's ready, c'mon," she said
She found him lying on the bed asleep.
'Everything must have really worn him out' she thought to herself.
She thought she'd better not wake him and so left him to sleep, saving some food for him incase he woke up hungry some time later.
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"He should be able to stay there for a little while longer before they take him away" Dr. Beheta argued.
"He can spend week at the most there, but we have to move him into foster care after that" said the voice on the other line.
Giving up Dr. Beheta sighed. "Alright, but this is going to break this kid's heart..."
So...sorry bout all this taking so long...well actually I would usually be busy, but bad news gives me more time to work this. Well, I erm, got beaten up, they took my skateboard I got for my birthday, few days ago as well, no reason at all, maybe cos I am kind of mosha like, thas no reason though, *sniffs*, but I waiting for my face to go back to normal, cos I got kicked about 15 times in my head and face, then I will probably busy again, but I will try, and I mean it, to get more of this done! Well, I actually have experience now, to write bout the beatings, that isn't a good thing, but people always say look on the bright side, anyway, so...Leeds Festival, good charlotte, the used, sum41, All American rejects...like 50 other gr8 bands playing there...Leeds Festival is this Friday, yay, can't wait, I should be healed by then...anyway, hope you liked this pls, review, I'd missed saying that almost...