The swings stayed still as rain beat down on them. Grass soggy, soaking his shoes. Black hair, dripping wet, covered the boys face. His clothes only getting more wet the longer he sat on the bench.
Ethan looked up at the grey abyss as the sky pelted him with water. He didn't want to go back. He was scared of what would happen. Tears streamed down his cheeks as small whimpers and hiccups escaped Ethan's mouth. He was hoping that by some miracle that man would be dead.
The boy looked around the wet park, then at his watch. He would be dead too if he didn't get back home soon. Knowing his stay was long over due, Ethan rose from the bench, took one last look at his only solitude and started making his way back. Back to the place he was forced to call home.
