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How am I supposed to know about the situation now?

I rubbed my chin for a while, trying to find a solution as I kept peeking down at the boy who continuously gawked up at me. I would not lie but he stares like me, without blinking. Totally zoned out. He is crazy too? 

I breathed in the air and sat straight as an idea came into my mind. I snapped my fingers in front of his eyes, bringing him back to reality and so he  started to blink his eyes several times. 

"Okay, so listen carefully." I said and he nodded while putting his hands on the shelf. "You will nod when I'm right and you will shake your head in denial if my words don't go on with your situation and if you don't know yourself you will nod but hesitantly, got it?" I asked and he gawked at me again, probably trying to process what I said. 

Please, understand it.

All of a sudden he nodded and I took a deep breath of relief. "Do you have parents?" I asked and looked here and there before hesitantly nodding his head. 

Oh, so it means he doesn't know if he has parents or not.

"Why are they behind you?" I asked and he shook his head. He doesn't know it. Then why was he running away from them? "You think they want to kill you?" I asked and he immediately nodded. 

Okay, the situation seems a bit serious here. 

As far as I know 'The Sacrs' only disturb people. They don't really kill anyone or maybe they do.

"Um, do you know them?" I asked and he nodded. He knows them. I can't even ask how he knows them. What are they to him? 

And then why would they want to kill such an innocent soul who has nothing to do with them? Or, maybe he does have something to do with them.

"What is your name?" I asked and he looked down on the floor. "You don't want to tell me?" I asked and he kept looking down at the floor. Maybe he doesn't want to tell me or perhaps he doesn't know his name either.

"Hey, it's fine." I said and patted his shoulder. I was totally disturbed. This boy knows nothing. He can't even speak or write. He is so innocent for this world or you can say for this city. 

"Um, you must be sleepy." I said and he looked up at me without saying anything. I stood up and gestured to him to come with me so he did as I said. He jumped off the chair and followed me. I walked to my room and opened the door for him as I pointed towards the bed and told him to go sleep there with some of the common signs and he did understand them, somehow. Obviously, he did. 

He took off his shoes and lay down on the floor. My eyes widened and I rushed towards him. I tapped his shoulder and passed him a 'what are you doing' look. He frowned and gawked at me through his long hair. 

I took a deep breath and pointed towards the bed but he immediately shook his head. "Why not?" I asked and he kept shaking his head with tears blurring the edge of his eyes.

I licked my lips and kept looking in his eyes, pooling up in tears. 

I'm just telling him to sleep on the bed and he is just so traumatizing to do so. What has this poor boy gone through? The world is abysmal. 

"Hey, listen. I won't hurt you. Trust me. Sleep on the bed. No one will hurt you...." I said and grabbed his tiny cold hands in my warm ones. "I'll protect you." I said and I truly meant it. He doesn't have anyone as far as I can conclude. 

He looked down at the floor and I grabbed his shoulders, making him stand up. He hesitantly sat on the bed, almost falling down. He slowly slowly lay down on the bed but right on the edge. 

I sighed and pulled the blanket over him. He gripped the blanket on his chest with his hand and looked down on the floor, totally zoned out. 

I looked at him with a sad grimace before leaving the room. I slightly closed the door and walked downstairs in my boutique. The rain has stopped and it's night outside. I looked at the time and it was 7:12 PM.

Without thinking much I grabbed my coat and wore my long boats. I need to go to the police station. I have to. I grabbed my phone with the keys and walked out of the boutique. 

I immediately locked the door as my lips were trembling due to the freezing weather. I put my keys along with my phone in my coat pockets as I rubbed my hand together and started to walk. 

As I was making my way towards the police station I paused on my steps when I felt someone following me. I looked behind and found two men dressed all in back with hoodies covering their faces as they stood on the other side of the street, leaning on the wall. 

They are following me. 

I bet they are following me. 

Are they...the scars? 

No, I'm hallucinating.

I shook my head and walked down the almost empty street. The police station was two streets away from our street so it wasn't hard to walk up there. 

I slightly glanced on my left shoulder and found no one. I took a deep breath of relief and entered the police station. The old guard greeted me happily and I greeted him with the same energy. 

I walked inside the police station but immediately paused on my steps when I heard a voice. 

"If that girl comes here with a complaint about us behind that little boy you better inform us right away otherwise you know what will happen." The man said and my eyes widened like a soccer ball as soon as I entered the room from where the voices were coming. 

Oh no!

There was a scar standing in front of the police officers table as he kept rasping at the police officer and the police officer eyes widened for a fraction of second as soon as he saw me. 

The scar followed his gaze and his eyes  paused on me and I swear I wanted to run away at the moment but guess what I'm already trapped. 

The Scars clearly suspect me.

"Ahh...I-I want to file someone's missing re-report." I blurted out everything while stuttering. Wow, such a great excuse.

The scar passed a glance at the officer before making his way out of the room slightly bumping his shoulder against mine. 

"Come." The officer said and I walked towards him. I sat on the chair in front of him and looked around. That scar might be eardroping.

"Who is missing?" The officer asked and I gulped. "My cat." I said and he snapped his eyes right at the door behind me probably looking at the scar who was listening to us while peeking. 

I took out my phone and grabbed a random picture of a cat from my gallery before shoving it on his face. He asked me some more questions and told me that he'll find my cat and inform me right away. I thanked him and immediately left the room. 

I do not have any cats. 

I didn't see that scar dude but one thing is clear. 

They are keeping an eye on me.

They think I have that boy.

I can't even go to the police because they are with scars. Heck, now I came to know why police didn't really take any serious action against them when all they do is disturb and bully people.

Traitors!