Scott started a fire outside the little cabin,
"So er....how long have you lived here?"
I mean come on! Yeah, it was hard trying to spark up a conversation with a boy who doesn't want to talk. But I mean I was bored.
"A year, or two, I lose count anyway, I don't care how long I have been here, I just admire what I've got."
I sighed, we'd spent the whole day in the woods, occasionally ducking behind trees when Fran called and looked by the hutch. I wondered what went on in that blonde head of Scott's, did he just sit here, every day?"
"Why did you leave?"
Scott's Emerald eyes watered,
"My....my Aunt, sh....she would, drink, a lot."
"Yeah, my carer's boyfriend Kyle was drunk a lot too!"
"Well, she would forget about me, stay out really late, and I just couldn't take it anymore, so I ran away!"
He threw another stick into the blazing fire, the flames danced in the reflection of his eyes.
I felt awful, like I was about to be sick.
I stood up, brushing myself off and walked into the cabin.