Taking Care of You 2P!America x M!Child!Reader 3

Taking Care Of You.....
2P!America x Male!Child!Reader
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Chapter Three: Alone
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[ Alexander's P.O.V ]

I remember now why I hated the rain. It's so fucking depressing to watch but it makes for a nice lullaby. I guess, I really hate the rain because it's how I met Oliver. After hitting a guy with a car in the heavy raining season... how else am I supposed to feel?

Then again, (y_n) likes to play in the rain. I would watch the little shit play around in the rain, jumping into puddles. Running around in his light blue rain coat, as if the little shit didn't have a care in the world. Wait... what time is it? Looking at my cell phone I noticed that it was 12:30 am.... the hell? Why isn't he at school?

Standing up I walked towards the door, grabbing a random pair of shoes (which ended up being my house slippers) and running out to see why the little shit wasn't at school. Jumping down the occasional stair I soon found myself standing right next to (y_n), his backpack not on his back, his clothes sticking to his tiny frame and his hair matted down due to the rain.

Blinking I leaned down to (y_n)'s level, not having realized that I was standing right in front of him I couldn't help but feel worried. With the distant look in his eye's there's no way I could just walk him back to his Grandmother's without asking him what happened-- that's when I noticed the bruise.

The left side of his face blossomed with what looked like someone had slapped him or he hit something really hard-- his right cheek had a bandage on it and his lip was cut. (Y_n)'s usual happy (e_c) orbs were missing their luster the only thing I could see was sadness and pain. Before I could ask him what was wrong he spoke in an empty tone.

"Accident... Grandma didn't make it."

I felt my heart break when (y_n) silently started sobbing, his tiny fist brushing away the tears he screamed. "I thought... I thought that if I waited out here-- that Grandma would come out and get me! I-I- SHE'S NOT DEAD!"

(Y_n) threw his arms around my neck, trying his best not to cry. His sobbing tearing my heart bit by bit-- this usual shit eating grin kid with the toothy grin and bratty way's now clinging to me as if I were the only thing that was real. As if I was the only thing that would keep him in reality-- sighting I ran a hand through his hair.

Hiccuping now (y_n) mumbled. "Alone. I'm all alone now Alexander." his eyes filled with fresh tears he continued to say 'alone' pulling him into the tightest hug possible I mumbled.

"Your not alone yet (y_n)... I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere." I could feel those tiny hands hold onto me even tighter-- holding the shaking and crying (y_n) closed to me I walked back to my apartment calling Oliver to bring a warm meal over after trying to leave (y_n) alone to cook.

I'm pretty sure I haven't seen Oliver cry so much since what happened a few months back with (y_n) and the older boy's beating him up. Oliver just held (y_n) tightly crying along with him-- while his experience with a car was not the same (y_n) sympathized with the Brit. I couldn't take it why... why must (y_n) be forced to suffer?

Why not throw this shit at someone like me? An adult-- or what I consider myself to be. Placing the palm of my hand against my eyes, restraining myself from crying I left Oliver alone with (y_n) in my room. Taking to leaning against the wall outside my room I mumbled.

"God... where the fuck are you?"

I'm not sure when I was this angry the last time-- slamming my fist against the wall I wanted to hurt someone. I wanted to feel bones or teeth break against my fist. I wanted to hurt someone anyone... I wanted to hurt the one whom caused (y_n) to act like this-- to hurt them for taking his Grandmother... but for now... I would have to settle for being angry with God.

In a shaky voice I mumbled.

"Because I cannot leave him alone."