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This was a bad idea. Leaving Samuel alone with his sister, while he trusted the woman, he didn't want to leave his son. He liked spending time with him, not having to deal with other adults. Able to care for his kid, wow. He had gone soft, but a kid did that to ya. He reminisced of a time where he wouldn't have ever thought of falling in love, having a family. He didn't want to be his family, he was shocked. Looking back now, Leo just knew he was a kid. Every kid thinks that, and maybe he hoped for something else. He wasn't a drinker by any means, a glass of wine here and there, maybe a beer or two. But he hadn't been fond of the substance, but tonight, he was glad there was. Because he was going to have to face his demons, or, demon.
Max Chapman
The name rang in his ear like a bell, the boy who Leo had believed he could've loved if given the chance. The boy who ditched his 'friends' and linked up with the people who tormented them. His clenched his fist, in the backseat of the Uber he rode in. He didn't want to see him, he didn't want to face him. He would rather go through Delilah all over again, than talk to Max. He didn't know what he'd say, he had so much pent up anger towards the male. A frustrated sigh left his place, as the driver called out that they had arrived. He thanked the man, and left a tip on his phone, and walked out. He'd ready himself for a barrage of questions about his life, how he was going to respond. Before he knew it, he was in front of the door and walked in. The music sort of reminded him of a high school party, except this time he wasn't going to show up drunk as all hell at 3 am to his hotel room.
Max Chapman
The name rang in his ear like a bell, the boy who Leo had believed he could've loved if given the chance. The boy who ditched his 'friends' and linked up with the people who tormented them. His clenched his fist, in the backseat of the Uber he rode in. He didn't want to see him, he didn't want to face him. He would rather go through Delilah all over again, than talk to Max. He didn't know what he'd say, he had so much pent up anger towards the male. A frustrated sigh left his place, as the driver called out that they had arrived. He thanked the man, and left a tip on his phone, and walked out. He'd ready himself for a barrage of questions about his life, how he was going to respond. Before he knew it, he was in front of the door and walked in. The music sort of reminded him of a high school party, except this time he wasn't going to show up drunk as all hell at 3 am to his hotel room.