I hustled after Downey only to lost him among the huddle of multitudes. I refused to back down I continued through the crowd squeezing and slipping in just for any sight of him. Once I had come over the giant and chubby students in the hall I paused, gaze wandering to the end of the hall.
I hastened to the turn deciding to shoot a try for the bathroom, maybe he would be there, as soon as I stepped to turn I spotted him sitting India-style on the wooden floor staring at void.
I swallowed and sighed. I gently plopped beside him with words forming in my throat. "Sorry," I mumbled.
He doesn't acknowledge my presence. I sigh. "I-i didn't mean to call your father an abuser."
He sighed in his turn. "You don't get it, Owen. We're quite different. The beating is a form of discipline and s**
