Waldo seems really scared. No scratch that Waldo looks terrified. Waldo looks like he hasn't eaten in days. I grab my backpack, I got some white tic-tacs. I am handing it to him. With his broken dark glasses and dirty rag of red and white beanie Waldo takes the sweets from my hands and eats it in silent.
Waldo finally started trusting me
" Why, Waldo, Why ? Why have you been hiding all this time from the people ? "
" They are hurting me" he says in a low voice.
You got pissed off. Who the heck would try hurting a fucking 9-year-old ?
" Please tell me who tries to hurt you Waldo, We can protect you from them "
" Its, Its my dad. "
" We can take you in Waldo, you don't have to live with him " I caress his hairs " Where is your mom Waldo ? What happened to her ? "
" She left when I was 6 year old. I don't know where. Dad knows. Dad visits her sometimes with a bouquet of flowers always. I beg him to pick me up as well but he never does. My dad really really liked her. I knew it because he always tells me that he wishes it was me instead of her when he drinks "
' Its not your fault' got stuck under something really sour and hard in my throat.
" My father used to drink a lot as well Waldo. He didnt stop really til his last days. Look where it got him, a 6-foot-under hole with no one there to mourn him...You just wait here ok ? I will go get some help. We will help you"
" I dont think you can help me" he says looking at me with his big sad eyes.
" Why ? "
" I dont think you are going to like this Walter. "
" Whats-whats happening "
" I am really sorry. I am really really sorry."
" Stop this lost bullshit whats going on, tell me...TELL ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT "
" You cant help me. We are dying Walter. We are just dying in our bed, choking with vomit. Where do you think you bring these tic-tacs ? "
" They- they are ..... "
" These are our depression pills Walter. Remember ? Doc Wilma always say only take one before sleep. One. But we felt rather unhappy, unhappier than usual. It was worse than when we knew that mom would never come back. Worse than when we finally realized Dad would never loves us again. And today we just got back from burying him. We couldnt sleep after funeral then took a handful of "tic-tacs" with a nice bottle of scotch."
His words were piercing my stomach like ice cold spears. I suddenly didnt remember how I found him in this dark cave. Then I just stopped remembering all together.
Waldo finally started trusting me
" Why, Waldo, Why ? Why have you been hiding all this time from the people ? "
" They are hurting me" he says in a low voice.
You got pissed off. Who the heck would try hurting a fucking 9-year-old ?
" Please tell me who tries to hurt you Waldo, We can protect you from them "
" Its, Its my dad. "
" We can take you in Waldo, you don't have to live with him " I caress his hairs " Where is your mom Waldo ? What happened to her ? "
" She left when I was 6 year old. I don't know where. Dad knows. Dad visits her sometimes with a bouquet of flowers always. I beg him to pick me up as well but he never does. My dad really really liked her. I knew it because he always tells me that he wishes it was me instead of her when he drinks "
' Its not your fault' got stuck under something really sour and hard in my throat.
" My father used to drink a lot as well Waldo. He didnt stop really til his last days. Look where it got him, a 6-foot-under hole with no one there to mourn him...You just wait here ok ? I will go get some help. We will help you"
" I dont think you can help me" he says looking at me with his big sad eyes.
" Why ? "
" I dont think you are going to like this Walter. "
" Whats-whats happening "
" I am really sorry. I am really really sorry."
" Stop this lost bullshit whats going on, tell me...TELL ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT "
" You cant help me. We are dying Walter. We are just dying in our bed, choking with vomit. Where do you think you bring these tic-tacs ? "
" They- they are ..... "
" These are our depression pills Walter. Remember ? Doc Wilma always say only take one before sleep. One. But we felt rather unhappy, unhappier than usual. It was worse than when we knew that mom would never come back. Worse than when we finally realized Dad would never loves us again. And today we just got back from burying him. We couldnt sleep after funeral then took a handful of "tic-tacs" with a nice bottle of scotch."
His words were piercing my stomach like ice cold spears. I suddenly didnt remember how I found him in this dark cave. Then I just stopped remembering all together.
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