chapter 8

The family ordered food for them selves and then they head back on the road, this time bringing Theo. There was one 11 year old girl, one 3 year old boy, one 8 year old girl and the mother and father. They seemed like a very nice family. They made a lot of small talk while in the car.

"So, Theo, where are you from?"

"New York, I've lived there with my mom most of my life."

"Oh, where's your mother?" Theo stopped. He didn't want to go right out and say she was dead, but it was the truth.

"She died in a bombing." Theo said, looking down at his shoes. The parents just looked at him. He could tell they felt bad for asking, everyone always did.

"I'm so sorry. If you don't mind me asking, where is your father?" The man finally said.

"He's dead too." Now he could tell the couple felt awful. The children just observed while all of this happened. 

"Well who takes care of you then?.. Why did you come alone?"

Theo thought for a second. "When my mom died, I went to live with my friend Andy and his family-the Barbours-then my dad that had left my mom forever ago came back and took me to Las Vegas to live with him and his girlfriend. While there I met a boy. When my dad died, I left and went back to New York-alone-I went to a man I knew before and I've been living with him since. I'm okay though. I'm just trying to get back to my friend. I need to find him." Theo explained everything-well, almost everything.

"Oh." The woman said before the entire rest of the ride became silent.

After a while they arrived to Las Vegas. They asked Theo where he needed to be taken, and he told them to just drop him off at the end of Boris' street. 

"Are you sure you will be okay, Theo?" The woman asked before she let him out.

"Yeah.. of course. Thank you so much for driving me."

"Of course. Good luck."

Theo hopped out the car with his bags and looked around. He remembered all of this. The sand, the emptiness, he hated it. He started towards Boris' house, hoping it wouldn't be too awkward. Once he got up to the door step of his house, he sighed loud, and knocked on the door hesitantly. 

An again, tall, pale, messy haired, lanky boy answered the door.