Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. This is just the same thing you read on everybody's story. I know the point of it, I just think it's sorta dumb to state the obvious. I mean you obviously don't own Vin Diesel. Boy, you'd be a lucky bitch if you did. drools Well, now I own a character. I don't know his name yet, but for this chapter and for a few more I'm just referring to him as the little boy.
NEW CHARACTER
Name: "The Little Boy"
Age: Two and a half
Looks: Really short brown hair, brown eyes, obviously short. I'm not good with describing kids at all
Problems: He doesn't speak. Not yet anyway.
CHAPTER THREE: The Little Boy
This is three years after the last two chapters -- I forgot to put that in the first time
I walked down the stairs and looked at the sofa. On it there was a little boy sitting there watching cartoons. I walked over to him and sat down. He looked at me and put his hand on his stomach.
"Hungry?" I asked. He obviously was. He nodded his head slowly and I stood up. "What do you want?" He shrugged. "Bacon and eggs?" He smiled and nodded. The boy had refused to speak for the passed three and a half months. He saw his mother get raped and beated by two large black guys. When the police came, he refused to speak about it.
I walked into the kitchen and he followed me. He walked over to the table and pulled out the chair. He climbed up into it and watched me start cooking. I took the eggs and bacon out of the fridge and set them next to the stove. I fixed the food and divided it up on two plates. I turned off the stove and cleaned up a little, putting the dishes I used in the sink. I put the unused eggs and bacon back in the fridge. I picked up the plates and walked to the table. I put a plate down in front of him and he nodded and smiled at me. I put the other plate down in front of the chair across from him. I pulled the chair back adn sat down. I started eating and he watched me carefully. We ate quietly, obviously because I didn't speak. When I finished I pushed my plate aside and looked across the table to him.
"You know, you can talk now. Nobody's going to say anything." He shook his head and I nodded. "You don't want to talk to me?" I questioned. He shook his head. "Why not?" He shrugged. I nodded and looked away. He opened his mouth then closed it quickly. "What?" I asked. He shook his head. "I have to go to the store. Go get ready." He nodded and I bit my bottom lip.
He got up from the table and went into the other room.
"Shit!" I said hitting my fist on the table. I got up and picked up the plates. I set thim in the sink for later and turned. There he was standing with a shoe in each hand. He scared the shit out of me. I bent down and picked him up. I set him down on the table and assisted him with his shoes. "Ready?" He nodded. I picked up him up and put him on my hip. "Let's go."
I walked out to my car, which was the same car I had three years ago. I opened the drivers side door and set the boy on my seat. He crawled over into the passengers seat and pulled on his seat belt. I got in the car and put on mine. I put my keys in the ignition and started it up. I pulled out of the driveway and off toward the store.
I know, this one is even shorter. I'm sorry. Again, this is the first story I've done with chapters so I don't want to put too much into it. But now that I'm doing that, it seems like there isn't enough in one chapter. Hopefully you guys are liking this... if not, tell me. No, actually I don't want bad reviews. Whatever, I don't care so much. I'm only doing this because it makes me happy when I do it. It helps me with my anger and stress. Mostly from my parents constantly fighting. Don't take pity on me, I can handle this stuff. But yeah, the next chapter should be longer. It's going to be in the store. Not too long, but longer than this one.
Beth