“Martin, I brought you something to eat,” Candy said, as she entered her son’s room, only to realize that the room was empty. Her eyes were fixed on the open window. Her son had sneaked out…again.
“DAMN HER. DAMN THAT WITCH. IT’S ALL HER FAULT,” the frustrated mother angrily shouted, and hurled the plate on the floor, braking it into pieces.
It all started about a month ago, when her son made a new friend. It was a kid from the neighborhood, called Garry. Soon her son started spending more and more time with his new