Disclaimer: Again, I don't own anything. I'm going to be tired of doing these every chapter. I'll probably just start doing it every other chapter or something. It gets annoying after a while. I don't own any characters, except the little boy. There's a new character coming in in the next chapter. Promise.

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CHAPTER FOUR: Shopping and Strangers

I pushed the shopping cart up an aisle. The boy reached out of the basket and grabbed a bag of chips off the shelf. I took it from his tiny hands and put it back on the shelf. He whimpered and is bottom lips swelled out slightly.

"No." I said softly but sternly. He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted a little. "I said no. I don't have the money for it. You know that. Now, stop acting like a little kid." I picked up the bag of chips and set it on his lap. He grinned and I pushed the cart up the aisle more. He put his hands over mine and I looked at him with a shocked look. He's never done this before and for some reason it shocked me. "What?"

"My." I looked him hard in the eye as he struggled. "My." I leaned down so our eyes were level. "My."

"Your what?" I asked, still unbelieving he spoke. "Your what, hun?"

"My fault!" He screamed. I looked up the aisle and turned to look up the other end of the aisle.

"What's your fault?" He gripped my hands and squeezed them roughly. "Baby?" I asked. He started shifting his weight and rocking the cart left to right. I stood up and broke my hands free from his.

"My fault. My fault. My Fault! My!" He screamed.

"Baby?" I asked slowly backing away. "What's your fault?"

"My fault." There were now tears in his eyes and there were tears forming in my own eyes. "Mommy."

"What about Mommy?" I questioned. I was now confused.

"Mommy my fault."

"What's your fault baby?"

"The guys. Mommy." He looked up into my eyes. Now I knew what he was talking about. He was talking about what happened to his mother just a little over three months ago. His mom got into trouble and two guys came to her house. He was upstairs playing with his toys when he went downstairs to see what the noise was. Turns out his mom was on the sofa with two guys standing over her. They ended up raping and beating her. He stood there and watched the whole thing. He couldn't do anything. When people asked about it, he just wouldn't talk. He hasn't spoken since, until now. "Mommy say my fault." I thought about that and twitched a little.

"Mommy didn't mean it, okay?"

"Really?" He questioned. I guess he doubted me. I nodded and he nodded back. "Okay." He hasn't talked in a while. But every conversation I've had with him or somebody else he must have listened and picked up well.

"Are you going to talk more?"

"I talk." He said nodding. "More."

"Let's go get some icecream. To celebrate you talking more from now on." He grinned and I pushed the cart up and into the next aisle. I looked around at the different types of icecream. "What kind?"

"Chocolate." He said.

"Good choice." I opened the cooler and pulled out a half gallon carton. He looked over at me and smiled. I put the icecream in the back of the cart because I knew he would complain. He kept looking over me and smiling. I turned to face a bald guy, bald by choice. He was standing a few feet back but he was still close. "Can I help you?" I questioned. He shook his head and I shrugged. I turned back to the boy and he kept smiling at the bald guy. "Well..." I turned toward him and he had a large grin on his face. "If I can't help you then you can stop staring at my boy. Makes you seem like you want him or something."

"I apologize." He looked at the boy again. "He just looks like a younger version of somebody I know."

"Who?" I asked. He looked at the boy one last time and then his eyes shifted to me. His face lost the smile and he watched me. "What?"

"Letty?" He asked.

"Who are you?"

Dun Dun Dun ... Who could it possibly be? Actually, I'm not quite sure myself. It'll be somebody that Letty knows from the past. But who? Hmm.