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She held on to the drunk and bloodied woman as Caspar stuffed all his clothes into a travel bag and piled everything else on his bed.
"I'm done," he said after a little less than ten minutes.
Mykie let the woman drop to the floor on her hands and knees. She lifted her foot and kicked her in the side once before stepping back. "Stay away from him from now on. If I ever catch you contacting him in any capacity, then I won’t let anyone stop me next time."
She didn't wait for a response from the woman as she stalked over to the bed. She threw the travel bag over her shoulder and grabbed the few things on the bed, which included two picture frames and a pair of shoes that he couldn't fit in his bag.
"Grab your crutches, and let's get out of here," she commanded, marching her way out of his bedroom. She wished it was under better circumstances that she could have seen his bedroom and his house. A part of her already considered the room at Renly's his bedroom, and she was glad that the reason she entered there wasn't entirely bad.
She assumed he'd follow her, so she stomped her way down the hallway and out the front door to her car, noticing that the other person his mother was arguing with had left, as well. She threw her bag in the backseat with his and set the frames gently beside it on the seat. She opened the passenger seat door for Caspar and leaned on the top of it as she waited for him to come out.
When he did, he didn't question the fact that she held the door open for him. He only handed her the crutches and climbed inside the car.
"Can I see your keys?" she asked.
He blinked up at her through squinted eyes. She could see that the sun was shining in his eyes, so she stepped closer to shield him and cast him in her shadow. Now that he could see, his hand dug in the pocket of the jacket he had on and produced the thing she asked for.
"Here," he said, holding them out to her.
"Which one is your house key?" she questioned.
He looked down at the keyring and shifted through a few of the keys before he held up the one she asked about. She yanked it out of his hand and ripped the key off of the metal ring. She turned around and chucked the thing in the opposite direction of the house.
“Mykie!” he yelled.
"Now you won't be tempted," she murmured, throwing the keys back into his lap before she shut his door.
She had a satisfied smirk on her face as she climbed into the driver's seat. Caspar sat with his hands in his lap and his injured foot stretched out as far as he could.
“That wasn’t necessary, I hope you know,” he said in a quiet voice.
“It’s a precaution. I rather find out that you have nothing but the clothes on your back than to find you in a situation like this again.”
She set her arm on the armrest as she pulled out of her parking spot.
"I just have one more question: did anyone at Renly’s have any inkling about your home life?" she asked once they got onto the road.
"Renly knew. He helped me get the job at the Corner Diner after I lost my last one because he knew I needed to get enough money to pay for rent and food for my mom and dad. My father...he tries his best, but mom always steals the extra cash for herself when he isn't looking."
Mykie took one of her hands off the steering wheel and laid it over one of his hands. She understood his desperation to keep the job now, and what drew her to him in the first place. His mother abused him, and he was at his wit's end with the stress of keeping jobs he didn't particularly like and going home to the house he was in. No wonder he was so frazzled at work and gave in so easily when she claimed him as her Hatchling.
He was practically screaming for someone to notice and save him, but no one else but her was listening. Renly might have been, but now she was the one who continued to come to his rescue.
"Not anymore. I will get you a job at Pearl's and all the cash you get you'll be keeping for yourself for anything personal you want. I don’t want to hear you spent a dime of it on something practical. The least I can do is give you the means to be a little selfish for a while with your money," she explained.
"It would be smarter to save the money for future use, don't you think?" he asked wearily.
"As long as it doesn't go towards your parents, you can do whatever you want with it. It's time for you to decide how you want to spend your money."
She left it at that, not wanting to push him into any decision about his money nor make him talk about his parents.
"She caused the problem with my eye," he said, breaking the silence about halfway back to Harper Hill.
"What?" she asked. She wasn't sure what he was saying exactly. Of course, she assumed that she punched him in the face, and might have caused him to get the start of a black eye.
"My different color eyes," he said in a voice barely above a whisper. "She caused the discoloration when she hit me in the face when I was young. The doctors said it was called Siderosis, I think, where one eye turns darker than the other one after some blunt trauma to the affected eye. I was lucky not to go blind after."
"Why wasn't CPS or the police called?" Mykie asked.
