Chapter 176

"Do you want to go meet your daddy under the ground?" I say.

The words come out of my mouth unconsciously but yet I realise that I have said them a little bit too late.

The boy's look simply goes cloudy, he nods his head at me.

"I will go anywhere he wants us to go"

"Do you know where your father would want you to go right now?" I say looking at him and he looks past me.

He looks past me almost like he's remembering something and I realise his tears are falling again, his tears are falling over that startling beautiful face and I have to clean it off now. I have to clean it off unless he will simply continue looking more pitiful to me and I do not want that.

I do not want him to feel more pitiful than he already is.

"He said I should always go someplace better than where i was before. He said I should go to anywhere better I could find".

"Do you have somewhere to go then?" I say looking at him and he shakes his head. I'm guessing this is particularly cruel of me to be asking a five-year-old all these questions. It would be weird to ask this of a child who is five years old, who was angry and who had also lost his parent.

"Do you have a mum?" I say feeling i sound stupid and he shakes his head.

"Dad said she left when i was born".

"Then why not come stay with me, I promise I'll take care of you".

"How can I trust you?" He says looking at me and I smile even wider.

"You don't just trust anybody do you" I say to him and he nods.

"Father says it will get you killed".

I smile a sad smile as I put my pinky out to him.

"I'll pinky swear on it".

"Really??" he says and I nod my head.

"You're going to keep to your promise though?" he says his eyes practically sparkling with delight and I nod my head once again.

We latch our pinkies together and he looks at me, eyes wide, and I realise that he has pretty eyes, he has really pretty eyes.

Ash eyes and it is a variation which i have never seen before, almost like the colour of my hair but yet there isn't that particular sparkle to it.

His eyes are pretty all the same and I smile.

"I promise that I will help you find who put your father in here, we will get revenge for him, and we will get justice for him. I will take care of you like you were my younger brother..."

"No, I don't want you to do that. I want to keep take care of me like you were my mum".

He is practically smiling a cheeky smile at me and I smile back at him.

"I'm still eighteen you know" I whisper to him and he mentally does the calculation.

"Okay, a younger brother then. I doubt you'll be able to take care of me well as a mum. Teens are the worst".