Scar’s head snapped towards it and everyone went silence. They never had visitors. “Police!!! Open up!!!”
Scar looked at his ‘family.’ “Everyone, hide and don’t make a noise. You all have your spots,” he murmured to them. The group scattered except for Scar. He easily hid the money in a none to obvious spot. He waited for a moment before heading towards the door. “Hello. Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked them in a quiet and polite voice, completely different from earlier.
The police looked at the boy in surprise. “We have noticed that lately little kids have been coming in and out of here without ever seeing the adults,” one of them said. The one standing in the back nodded. “Son, what’s you name?”
Scar looked practically astonished at the fact that they thought there were kids living here without an adult. He was smirking inwardly, though. He was glad he was a good actor. “I’m James Fritsgarold, sir. And I can assure you it is only me living here. I moved out just recently from my parents place. There may have been a few people living here before. I don’t know. Maybe the group of kids you are searching for have moved on,” he said, easily feeding them the lie. He had something planned in case this happened since they had moved in. The fake name and all.
The police scrutinized Scar for a moment to see if he was lying before nodding. “We see. Thank you, son. Please, let us know if you see any of those kids come back around here,” one of them said. The other smiled slightly at him. “We will be off now. Have to find those kids and make sure they are safe.” They turned to leave.
Scar nodded. “Of course. I will help if I can,” he said, waving slightly in a polite good bye. He closed the door after they were well out of sight and hearing. He turned away from the door. “Ok. Come on out guys. They’re gone!!!”
Things squeaking and footsteps were heard all over the house as the kids came out of their hiding spots. They were used to be in hiding. Not in their own home, but they could live. It was probably time for the group to find a new place to stay. That might be difficult but they could live.
Scar stood outside the next day in the shopping bazaar. He had forbidden anyone to leave the house until they found a new home. Until then, it was up to him to provide the food for the family. A group of rich looking people passed by him. His hand snaked out and he easily grabbed a few dollars. It wasn’t much but it was a start. It was only about nine in the morning. He had plenty of time. He planned to head off around noon to search for a new place.
A little hand tugged on his sleeve. He looked down to see a child that he didn’t r ecognize. “Hey there. Did you lose your family?” he asked, bending down to look her in the eye.
The child nodded. “Yeah. I lost my mummy,” she said, wiping at her eyes as tears started to form. She looked about three. That was the age he had found Dez.
Scar smiled. “Come on. Let’s go find her,” he said, holding out his hand. As the little girl took it he remembered the day that he had found Dez.
The weather had been similar except that time he had been looking for a bigger place to stay. It had started to get crowded in their house with Gray and Gloria living with him. At that time, they had lived in a small abandoned warehouse.
Scar looked at his ‘family.’ “Everyone, hide and don’t make a noise. You all have your spots,” he murmured to them. The group scattered except for Scar. He easily hid the money in a none to obvious spot. He waited for a moment before heading towards the door. “Hello. Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked them in a quiet and polite voice, completely different from earlier.
The police looked at the boy in surprise. “We have noticed that lately little kids have been coming in and out of here without ever seeing the adults,” one of them said. The one standing in the back nodded. “Son, what’s you name?”
Scar looked practically astonished at the fact that they thought there were kids living here without an adult. He was smirking inwardly, though. He was glad he was a good actor. “I’m James Fritsgarold, sir. And I can assure you it is only me living here. I moved out just recently from my parents place. There may have been a few people living here before. I don’t know. Maybe the group of kids you are searching for have moved on,” he said, easily feeding them the lie. He had something planned in case this happened since they had moved in. The fake name and all.
The police scrutinized Scar for a moment to see if he was lying before nodding. “We see. Thank you, son. Please, let us know if you see any of those kids come back around here,” one of them said. The other smiled slightly at him. “We will be off now. Have to find those kids and make sure they are safe.” They turned to leave.
Scar nodded. “Of course. I will help if I can,” he said, waving slightly in a polite good bye. He closed the door after they were well out of sight and hearing. He turned away from the door. “Ok. Come on out guys. They’re gone!!!”
Things squeaking and footsteps were heard all over the house as the kids came out of their hiding spots. They were used to be in hiding. Not in their own home, but they could live. It was probably time for the group to find a new place to stay. That might be difficult but they could live.
Scar stood outside the next day in the shopping bazaar. He had forbidden anyone to leave the house until they found a new home. Until then, it was up to him to provide the food for the family. A group of rich looking people passed by him. His hand snaked out and he easily grabbed a few dollars. It wasn’t much but it was a start. It was only about nine in the morning. He had plenty of time. He planned to head off around noon to search for a new place.
A little hand tugged on his sleeve. He looked down to see a child that he didn’t r ecognize. “Hey there. Did you lose your family?” he asked, bending down to look her in the eye.
The child nodded. “Yeah. I lost my mummy,” she said, wiping at her eyes as tears started to form. She looked about three. That was the age he had found Dez.
Scar smiled. “Come on. Let’s go find her,” he said, holding out his hand. As the little girl took it he remembered the day that he had found Dez.
The weather had been similar except that time he had been looking for a bigger place to stay. It had started to get crowded in their house with Gray and Gloria living with him. At that time, they had lived in a small abandoned warehouse.
