Forgotten children 3. chapter

I woke up sweaty, again, and when I remembered the dream I had had, I couldn`t help but run to bathroom and throw up. Why I had to had this sick affection to my best friend`s little brother? I could never tell anyone, they wouldn`t understand, just turn their backs to me. Then Mike called and asked if I wanted to play video games with them. I said yes, altough I know it would be like torture to me, because I would have never said no to change to see Liam. Pathetic, I know.

In Mike`s house Liam of course wanted to play with us, and I constantly noticed that I had been looking at him, lost in my thoughts, for long time, but Mike luckily didn´t seem to notice anything. It would have been so fun to explain why I kept staring his brother. Suddenly we heard something crashing and drunken shout from downstairs and I saw how both boys winced. I tried to be like I haven`t notice anything, altough I knew what their stepfather did to them.

I woke up in the middle of the night, when somebody curled next to me. Mike and Liam were staying overnight in our house, like so many times before, and my parents haven`t asked anything anymore, I guess that they knew that everything wasn`t alright in their home. Liam had never done this and I couldn`t see anything in the darkness, but I knew it was him. I layed there tensed, hoping Mike wouldn`t wake up, when Liam whisperd quietly: "Promise you wont let anybody hurt me?"

Two weeks later their mother suddenly told they were going to move to the other side of the country. I knew they moved so that the boys would be safe from their stepfather, but I still didn`t want them to leave. Yes, I could always call to Mike, but I would never see them, and I must admit that I would miss Liam most. I didn`t understand when I had started to care so much about him.