Billy was quiet for a long moment, like he changed his mind about answering. But eventually he wet his lips, and he looked at a space between them, a thousand yards away.
"I was in group homes when I couldn't get into foster care. There was a guy that would come around, a volunteer. He'd play pick up games with us, we all thought he was so cool. I guess I was ten, eleven."
He paused; the corner of his mouth twitched, almost like a smile, but there was nothing behind it.
"When a grown man tells you you're pretty, you know there's nothing good coming next." He pulled away a little, rolled onto his back so he could stare at the ceiling. "I went after him with a stickball bat. He got pissed off, broke my arm. Ripped my rotator cuff in three places."
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Date: 2018-08-01 02:28 am (UTC)"I was in group homes when I couldn't get into foster care. There was a guy that would come around, a volunteer. He'd play pick up games with us, we all thought he was so cool. I guess I was ten, eleven."
He paused; the corner of his mouth twitched, almost like a smile, but there was nothing behind it.
"When a grown man tells you you're pretty, you know there's nothing good coming next." He pulled away a little, rolled onto his back so he could stare at the ceiling. "I went after him with a stickball bat. He got pissed off, broke my arm. Ripped my rotator cuff in three places."