Dear guest. Thank you, and for your question, yes, I´m fine. Things have been piling up a bit, but they´re slowing down.

To everyone, I had a reviewer asking about if I meant Van when I said bus, and yes, of course I meant van, my mistake was caused by the fact that van in Swedish is mini-buss (The Swedish word for "bus" is "buss" so, not too much of a difference), but I hope you all understood what I meant anyway.

Mike pov

When I had sat with Sophia sleeping for over an hour the door to the room opened and a boy- about fifteen years old came in.

"Is this the girl who was brought in after some gang beat her up tonight?" he asked quite shyly I nodded. The boy held a bunch of flowers which he laid at the bedside table.

"Are you her dad?" he asked without looking at me. I shook my head, and spun around and stood up.

"I´m a care- worker."

"She lives in a care- home?"

"Yeah she does."

"What´s her name?"

"Sophia."

"What´s yours?"

"Mike Milligan."

"I´m Michael." He smirked nervously "I… I´m in a gang… there´s me and two others… they did this. I just stood there… and I just… I just watched it happen." Michael´s fists and grip tightened around the metal of the hospital bed. And I could see he was trying hard- all the way ´til the end not to cry.

I didn't know what to do, boy I wanted to be angry with this boy- I wanted to shout for him for letting them hurt my little girl. I wanted to lift him up and shake him for reacting, not keeping them from hurting her. I wanted to be so mad.

"When my mum died…" Michael began. "… I couldn't… I couldn't stand to be h- home, I walked out one night, and since then I've been living at Dell's, because I've got nowhere else to go-o."

Boy was it hard to be mad at him right now? I couldn't say anything, couldn't do anything. I wanted to be so mad but I couldn't be mad at this terrified little boy in front of me, who had been hurt so many times he had at last turned to where he could- which just had happened to be the streets.

I had stood up and stood by the foot of Sophia's bed, I had my arms crossed over my chest, and I guessed I was giving Michael an expression of being angry.

"Pl- please don't be mad at me." He sobbed. "I- I never wanted this-s-s to happen."

I wanted to be angry, oh lord I wanted to be cross with him. But I couldn't, I let my hands fall and my arms hang by my sides, then sighed. Michael sobbed, I walked over to him, laid my arm around his shoulders, and pulled him close. He sobbed against my shoulder.

"Hush, it's all right." I comforted. "´t's okay. I'm not angry…. I'm not."

"It's all my fault." Michael sobbed, I shook my head no.

"No… it's not." Michael didn't try to speak anymore, as I held him through the ten minutes of crying, at last, I could see him force himself to put himself together and push himself away from me. Sophia was still sleeping- no wonder with how little she'd been sleeping since she came here- and who knows how long before that. I pulled out a tissue of a box on the bedside table and reached it to Michael.

"Thanks." He took it and fingered with it. "I… you know… no… you probably wouldn't like to hear everything."

"If you'd like to just talk about it it's fine with me."

"Well… my mum died a couple months ago."

"Oh I'm so sorry." Michael didn't answer me, but kept on talking.

"My mum… she was very ill you know, but she was at home, those last few days. But I… I couldn't stand to see her suffer so I used to go out several times a day. One night I was woken up when she was throwing up. I just pulled sweat pants, a hoodie and sneakers over my pyjamas and out the door I went. Then I met Dell- or Spencer- that's his real name, he just wouldn't leave me alone and somehow I was invited into his gang, I didn't come back home until early morning, mum, dad and my little sister were all sleeping then. Dad and Molli woke up a couple of hours later but mum…" Michael's voice broke. "She slept for two days… and then… she died. I locked myself in my room all day long, for six days. Then I went to the funeral, and then I left. Since then I've been living at Dell's… I just… I want to go home but…"

"Then do that, I'm sure your dad will be glad you're okay."

"You don't get it Mr. Milligan…"

"Mike."

"You don't get it Mike, I said some nasty things to both him, mum and Molli… How could he forgive that?"

"He could… you know… that's what dad's do best." I pulled out a pen from my pocket and grabbed a tissue from the box, then I carefully wrote down Elm Tree House´s address, and my phone number, I reached it to Michael. Just as the door to the room opened and Gina came in.

"Mike? What happened man? Who´s this?" She looked to Michael.

"I'm Michael Preston ma'am." Michael said politely. "… I was just leaving." He stuffed the tissue in his pocket and left room.

Preston? Michael? Molli? Slowly, I started putting the pieces together piece by piece.

"Sophia?" Gina's voice woke me up from my thoughts. The door to the room opened and a nurse came in.

"Excuse me." I said. "But… when could Sophia come home?" The nurse smiled warming.

"You can take her home now." She walked over to the bed, and fixed with some equipment then Sophia sat up, she looked to me and I understood she had heard me and Michael talking. She stood up, then she limped out the door out in the corridor with me and Gina after her.

Rob was with Shawn for the moment, so Gina drove back to the hospital he was in, while I and Sophia drove home during silence. Sophia didn't say a word- not even when I asked her where she'd gotten those artist- equipment from. She neither said anything when she got out of the van, or when the others came and greeted her by the door, asking a thousand questions all at once. Sophia pushed her way through the crowd and walked upstairs and to her room, I could see Molli follow. Myself I walked into the office and got out Molli's files.

Molli Preston
Full name: Molli Cynthia Grace Preston
Birthdate: 18 June 2008
Family
Father
Michael Zachary Preston Sr.
3 March 1975
Mother- Deceased
Maria Leanne Preston
29 February 1976- 30 April 2013
Brother
Michael James Luke Preston
13 August 1998

I pulled out a photo from the side- pocket of the file, if there had been a doubt before- this was it, there was no longer a doubt for the fact that Michael was Molli's brother. I shook my head, I barely had a plan for this, but if Michael decided to quit that gang and come here, I made a wow to myself I would help him get back on track.

I was woken up from my thoughts when my cellphone began to vibrate and ring. I pulled it up "GINA" read over the screen.

"Hey Gina." I put the phone to my ear.

"Hey Mike." Shawn's voice was hear in the other end.

"Oh hi Shawn, I thought you were Gina because you called with her phone silly huh?"

"Yes… Mike they say I can come home tomorrow." I already knew this, but still gasped in surprise to satisfy Shawn.

"Oh you can, we'll have the others setting up a party for you then."

"… will there be cake then?"

"Oh you bet there will… there will be so much cake you couldn't even dream of it."

"Okay Mike."

"Can I talk to Gina?"

"Okay Mike, bye."

"Bye Shawn, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

"Hello Mike." Gina's Jamaican accent was heard in the phone.

"Hello Gina… you know the boy at the hospital…"

"Yeah?"

"It's Molli's brother."

So, I'm ending it right there, is this a good story line or have I gone completely mad?
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