I woke up from a deep sleep in Hornet's room. It smelt of her perfume, the one Prosper gave to her last Christmas. Prosper. No.
I went into my room, No Prosper. He's probably just downstairs.
"Bo? Are you there?" said a muffled voice. Hornet.
"Where's Prosper?" I wailed.
"Come here." She said gently. I walked stiffly over to her and she scooped me up in her arms.
She carried me into my room and lay me down on Prosper's bed. She crawled in beside me and pulled the cover over us.
"Prosper." I whispered.
"I know, I know." She said softly and kissed the top of my head. Soon I fell asleep but I think it took Hornet a bit longer.
HornetI feel… incomplete. Like one of my old jigsaw puzzles which always had a piece missing. I didn't fall asleep for a long time.
I woke up quite late. Bo was still asleep; I crawled out of the warmth of the bed and wandered downstairs.
"Hornet!" Ida jumped. "You startled me. Breakfasts on the table."
I just nodded; I didn't feel like saying anything.
"So, what happened last night then? What on earth were you doing in some alleyway?" She said frustrated, lighting a cigarette.
I didn't say anything.
"You of all people should know better, Bo could have froze to death!"
I reached into my pocket and got the card with the hospital's number on it.
She picked it up carefully.
"What the devils this?" she shouted slamming her hand down on the table.
I couldn't take it anymore; I put my head in my hands and let the tears fall.
"Oh Hornet," she said softly.
Riccio
I still don't know what had actually happened last night, Hornet was too exhausted to say anything and Prosper's still missing.
"Do you think they'll be alright?" I asked Mosca.
I always thought of Mosca as a sort of brother, as well as a best mate. He always seemed to reassure me.
"They'll be fine," he said but he didn't sound so sure.
I hated Mosca looking so confused; I wish his Dad had never come back. It's just made Mosca unhappy.
"Where do you think Prosper is?" I asked.
"I dunno, he's gone off before, it's probably just the same." He said.
I sighed. I felt sorry for Mosca, for Bo and Hornet and for Prosper. But most of all I felt sorry for myself. I hated being stuck in the middle, not being able to help.
Mosca
I hope Prosper will come back soon, it's destroying Bo and Hornet. I wish my Dad had never come, I thought it would be a magical moment when we finally meet, but what do I do? I run, and spoil everything. He spoilt everything.
He was never a good Dad but I can't help loving him, he's the only family I've got. But I can't help hating him too.
Riccio and me went down to my boat and went fishing the whole afternoon. No sign of my Dad, he's probably left already, and I'll never see him again.
Good! No. Not Good. No. Good. Oh I don't know. I'm too confused and tired to know what to think. Why can't things stay the same? I guess it's what makes life interesting. Oh I don't know!
