44

WILLOW

Luciano gives me his hands as we make it to the eatery. Patrick picked the restaurant himself. My entire body is still in pain from the party we attended yesterday. Kids can be a bundles of head aches.

A pictures flashes across my eyes and I remember the boy from yesterday. those gray pair of eyes look intimidating

“Luciano can I ask a question?” I ask as we make it to the building. The black dress I wore fitted my body perfectly and I let my hair fall to my back. I am finally resuming hoping my parents would atleast not be around to taunt me.

The little straight man that pass me occasionally turn their heads to get a good view of me.

“Get tingles the attention aren’t we?” E asks and I just smile.

“You get most of it, today is my day to shine,” I say and he chuckled.

“Alright then, ask the question you wanted to ask,” He says and exhale softly.

“Do you have a child somewhere? Maybe a few years back? Maybe in high-school ? Isn’t that one of the reason you left home to?” I