Life back at home

By the time we got back the moon was high up in the sky. We live out where there are a lot of farms. So naturally you could always smell the fresh scent of hay or manure. Either way though it's the smell of the country; sometimes I like to come out here when Lacour is being watched by our neighbors and just sit by a small creek that's next to the side of the road. It's nice to think about your family here and there so you won't completely forget them. At the same time you wonder why they kicked you out as well instead of doing the right thing and getting help for him. Most of the time that I'm thinking Lacour would sneak up behind me and pounce on me. I know he doesn't mean to, but there's not a lot you can do to prevent him.

"Dias won't you come in and have some fresh baked cookies? I know how much you and Lacour love them."

"No thank you Mrs. Turner, Lacour and I should be getting home now. He hasn't been getting a lot of sleep lately. Though thank you very much for the offer, and also for looking after him."

She smiled and headed back inside.

"Lacour I hope you behaved yourself, she's doing you a big favor by looking after you."

"Oh you know it! I love to chase around the chickens and cows in the back yard! You'll have to do that with me sometime!"

"Sure Lacour, anything for you. Now it's time to get back, when we get home you'll have to get ready for bed. Tomorrow we may head back into town."

He scratched his chin and yelled, "Ah-ha you like that one pretty lady don't you! She had a pretty dress on!"

"Lacour that's not true, we're just friends! Don't go saying things you know aren't real!"

He ran off yelling that I loved her. I couldn't blame him, for there was something about her that stood out at me…and that was her honesty.

The quiet summer night sky slowly started to get red as the sun poked its head up from the other side of the sky.

"Lacour slow down, we're almost home. There's no need to waste all your energy before we get home, and I'm not carrying you if you fall asleep right now!"

"Dias when we get back will you tell me a bed time story?"

Usually that's the last question I'd expect him to ask because of his mildly short attention span. It took me a few minutes to register that thought into my head.

"We'll see Lacour, if you're a good boy then yes I'll tell you one."

I was going to tell him one before he asked, so it didn't matter.

"Well so much for getting home at night." I said aloud. "I wonder if anyone else will already be awake."

Some of the neighbors were starting to come out as we got back, our next door neighbors; the Sampson's were already sitting out in front of the house. I didn't blame them for the weather was quite miserable for the middle of summer.

"How much longer are you going to keep coming home at this time of the morning? Don't you realize how hot it is out here?" Mr. Sampson complained.

"I don't know what to tell you sir; Lacour over there doesn't seem to be bothered one bit by it."

"Well of course he doesn't notice it; he doesn't notice anything in the first place!"

I hated it when he says those things about Lacour. Yes it's true that he's a bit unaware, but that doesn't mean you have to hate.

"Come on Lacour, let's go get ready for bed!" I yelled out across to him.

"Good riddance son, all we need now is peace and quiet." He whined.

I walked inside the house and went to get a glass of water. Lacour came in and nearly knocked me off but did manage to get the glass. It landed on the floor with a shattering noise.

"Oh Dias look what you did!" he screamed.

"Lacour what the hell is the matter with you? When are you going to stop actiling like such a child?"

Sometimes he wouldn't understand why I was yelling at him. He would laugh sometimes; while others he would start hitting his head and run upstairs into his room. I tried to explain to him that I'm not angry, but rather frustrated.

Instead he just stood there looking at me then the glass on the floor.

"Don't move I don't want you stepping on any glass with no shoes on. " He thought I meant walk towards myself, but I caught him right before he made any moves. "Lacour be careful, you know it's happened before. Do like me and walk backwards, take several steps back."

He laughed and hopped backwards but slipped and fell hitting his head on the ground.

"Ouch! Dias my head is hurting!" he cried.

I ran over and helped him up; there was a blood mark where a piece of glass had gone into.

"Hold still, we have to get this cleaned up before it spreads."

"Before what spreads Dias, my head won't stop hurting! Make it stop!"

I knew it wasn't serious, but it was nothing to laugh about.

"Let's go upstairs quickly and wash it up in the tub."

He sniffed and followed me. Whenever he feels pain or gets hurt, there is that side of him that most people would like to see more of; a side that truly says who Lacour really is. It's hard enough for him to not show much emotion, but why must it come at the worst times?

Slowly I got him into the bath tub; the water temperature was his favorite, steaming warm. He loved to splash me if I was close enough. I was opted to get in with him but he was having too much fun.

"Well Lacour do you want to hear that story?" I asked while covering my face from getting wet.

"Yes…uummm can I pick out which one?" he asked calming down.

"Sure buddy, just make sure you get that red spot on your head cleaned up."

"Ok, let me think for a bit!"

I sat back against the wall and watched him think. Usually when he thinks he comes up with very descriptive thoughts. Sometimes it'd be about things you never talk about while others are about things you don't want to know.

"Alright Dias I know what I want you to tell me! Tell me why mom and dad didn't want to see me anymore…"

I stopped and looked at him, I didn't know what to answer…