VR World
532 Words
Pito brings the teenager boy in his house.
He might be a rich guy and also a talented scientist but he is not the type to care about luxury.
He owned a small Two bedroom up and down house with two build in restrooms.
There is a kitchen he barely use and a cozy receiving area and a laundry room.
"You can sleep in the other room upstairs."
The teenager looks at him.
"Why would you give me a home? You just randomly grab anyone and bring him to your house just like that?" the teenager frowns.
Removing his shoes and changing too a fluffy slipper, Pito looks at him and nods.
"Yes. I do that." he said and tell him where to leave his slipper.
The teenager follows him.
"I might just be fooling you by saying my mother throw me out the house so Im no where just so I can steal all your belongings you know."
Pito nods.
"Yes."
The teenager angrily snaps.
"And you are fine with that?"
Pito looks at the boy, yes, he is as tall as him but the immatureness in his voice proves he is just a boy.
"You said you can cook, clean the house and fo the laundry. My maid went home to get married and I never heard any news of her if she will ever return..I need a helper, You need a home."
The teenager frowns.
"Such easy going guy." he murmurs while looking down.
"There must be something in the kitchen so fix you anything you can. I will give you money tomorrow so you can do the shopping."
He said and walks to the stairs.
"Ah, if you need anything Im in my room. The room to the left."
The teenager frowns.
After hearing the door closes, he went to grab anything that look worth of value and hurriedly to the door.
Before he can get out he hesitated.
He frowns and put the things back.
Sat in the wooden stool on the Kitchen and wonder what the old man wants from him.
His mother kick her out after he saved her from her abusive boyfriend. He wants to kill her so he stops him and beat him up but instead of thanking him, his mother told him that he is nothing but a burden and he can freely leave the house. No she kick him. Throwing his clothes and school bag out of the house and locking him out.
He can care less about the school. He's been on the street for a month now and its really hard from a boy that is not even a man who lives in a house to suddenly live under no roof.
A house is definitely warmer.
Slowly, Benedict stands up and look if there is anything he can cook.
"He doesnt even have a single condiment!"
He angrily shakes his head.
He check the fridge and it only had water and milk inside. Not even beer.
The food inside some tight container are crystalized.
There are no ice cubes on the fridge.
The vegetables are black and soggy sticking to the wall of the freezer.
"Is he this poor?"
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