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It was a Monday morning meaning Drake was heading for school.
Thank God.
Andrew would just have to wait for the front door to close and hear Cass's soft voice to greet him. It was ritual. Routine. Speaking of routine, another part of Andrew's routine was going to the park and seeing the black haired boy, sitting on the bench, staring into oblivion without fail. Andrew liked routine, but he did not like people. Aside from Cass, maybe.
Some days, they'd sit in silence, other Andrew barely saw the boy at all. It was like he was a ghost. One day, he's there, the next he isn't.
On one of Andrew's bad days, where Drake had been too mad at some school project and thought it would be a good idea to blow off some steam. On Andrew, that is. He limped to the bench, trying to the pain in his body as he sat down once again, next to the boy. They sat there, like normal. Quiet. Until the raven-haired boy spoke, still not facing Andrew.
"Who hurt you?" his voice was barley a whisper, but Andrew heard him loud enough to look at him with deer-in-headlights eyes.
"What."
"You are limping. It's worst today." the boy did not feel the need to repeat himself, so he simply elaborated.
"No one." Andrew replied after a beat, He turned away from the boy, with great effort. His golden hazel eyes covered by his almost blond white hair.
"Is it your dad?" the boy pressed on.
Andrew scoffed at the thought of Cass's four-eyed, wimp of a husband, putting his hands on him. "No."
"Mom?" Andrew whipped his head around, his hazel eyes turning a shade of salt cameral.
"Cass wouldn't hurt me." he snarled.
A beat passed of Andrew death glaring at the kid, and the still staring into space.
"So a brother." Andrew went quiet. His body tensing up automatically at the thought of Drake, at the thought of what happened the night prior. His skin started to itch, and he felt his body involuntarily already responding to the dirty act that his foster brother did to him. "So, I am correct then."
"Shut up! You don't know anything about me or my life!" Andrew sneered.
The boy went quiet after that. Luckily, to avoid an awkward, tense silence with a stranger, Cass called him to return back home. He jumped off the bench and walked off to her, ignoring the gaze of the black haired boy behind him.