James
Herbert managed to clear his head of the surprise attack and raised his head. When he saw Andy, his eyes widened, though no one was sure what his expression meant. Shocked surprise?
“Andy? f**k!” he muttered. “You’re really Andy? f**k! Look at you!” He came charging forward, which took Andy by surprise. “I’ve been searching all over for you.” He laughed out insanely. “Come back to me, Andy. I want you. f**k, I want you both back. Uncle will take care of you both.”
Andy was sickened at Herbert’s words. What the hell is this man going on about? He was mental; that was for sure.
The way Herbert seemed rather pleased to see Andy and wanted to embrace the boy in his sick, twisted way paralyzed Andy in his spot. He felt he was that young boy again, trapped in fear and anxiety of the ty
