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Chapter 2: An Escape Route.

As the taxi pulled up to my uncle's house, a sense of relief washed over me. I had finally escaped the chaos and heartache that had been unfolding at home. I began to drag my luggage out of the cab, my arms straining under the weight of my heavy bags.
But before I could even take a step towards the door, I saw my uncle standing there, a look of surprise and concern etched on his face. He was always particular about me letting him know before coming over, but I knew this was an exception. This was an emergency.
"Hey, kiddo!" he exclaimed, his voice warm and welcoming. "What brings you here? You know you're always welcome, but you usually give me a heads up before coming over."
I hesitated, feeling a lump form in my throat. I didn't know how to explain the situation, didn't know how to put into words the pain and fear that had driven me to flee my own home.
"It's urgent," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'll explain later, Uncle. Please, can I just come in?"
My uncle's expression softened, and he nodded understandingly. "Of course, James. Come on in. We'll talk about it later."
He stepped aside, allowing me to pass, and I felt a wave of gratitude towards him. I knew I could trust him, knew he would listen and offer guidance. As I entered the house, I felt a sense of safety wash over me, a sense of being enveloped in a warm embrace.
My uncle followed me in, his eyes fixed on me with concern. "You okay, kiddo? You look like you've been through a wringer."
I nodded, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "I'll be okay, Uncle. I just need a place to stay for a bit. Please."
He nodded, his expression softening further. "You're welcome to stay as long as you need, James. We'll get through this together."
I took a deep breath, preparing to unburden myself to my uncle. I turned off the music and removed my earphones, giving him my full attention. Uncle Fred sat patiently, his eyes fixed on me with a mix of concern and understanding.
"Uncle Fred, it's about Dad," I began, my voice hesitant. "He showed up at school today, reeking of alcohol."
My uncle's expression turned grim, his eyes clouding over with disappointment. He had known about my dad's drinking habits for a while now, and it was clear that he was disheartened by the news.
"He promised me so many times that he would stop drinking, Uncle Fred," I continued, my voice cracking with emotion. "But he just can't keep his word. He keeps breaking his promises, and it's tearing our family apart."
Uncle Fred's face fell, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. He had always been a source of comfort and support for me, and I knew that he was hurting to see me going through this.
"I'm so sorry, James," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "I know how much you've been struggling with this. Your dad's addiction is not your fault, you know that, right?"
I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. I had heard those words before, but it was hard to believe them when I felt so helpless and trapped in this situation.
"I feel like I'm losing him, Uncle Fred," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like he's choosing alcohol over our family, over me. And I don't know how to make him stop."
Uncle Fred's expression turned determined, his eyes flashing with a fierce resolve. "We'll get through this together, James," he said. "We'll find a way to get your dad the help he needs, and we'll support each other through this tough time."
I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me, knowing that I had my uncle's support and love. I knew that I wasn't alone in this struggle, and that gave me the strength to keep going.
I looked at Uncle Fred, wondering if he knew something I didn't. "Do you know where Mom is?" I asked, my voice laced with a mix of hope and trepidation.
But Uncle Fred's expression turned puzzled, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. "What do you mean? Isn't she at home?"
I shook my head, feeling a lump form in my throat. "No, Uncle Fred. I saw her leaving the house when I was walking back from school. She was packing her bags and getting into the car. I tried to reach out to her, but she just drove off without even saying goodbye."
Uncle Fred's face fell, his eyes widening in shock. "Oh, James, I had no idea. I thought she was just...I don't know, maybe going out for a drive or something."
I shook my head, feeling a wave of sadness wash over me. "No, Uncle Fred. She's gone. She left me behind, just like Dad did."
Uncle Fred's expression turned grim, his jaw clenched in anger. "Sophia," he muttered under his breath. "I can't believe she would do that to you, James. You're just a kid, for crying out loud!"
I felt a surge of anger and hurt, knowing that my mom had abandoned me just like my dad had. I felt like I was all alone in this world, with no one to turn to.
But Uncle Fred's next words brought me back to reality. "James, I'm so sorry. I know I can't replace your parents, but I'm here for you, okay? We'll get through this together."
I nodded, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over me. I knew that Uncle Fred was the only one I could count on now, and I was grateful for his support and love.
Uncle Fred got up from his seat, his movements slow and deliberate. He walked into the kitchen, his footsteps echoing off the tiles. I could hear him opening cabinets and drawers, the clinking of dishes and utensils as he prepared lunch.
After what felt like an eternity, he called out to me, his voice warm and inviting. "James, come on in! Lunch is ready!"
I got up from the couch, my stomach growling with anticipation. I walked into the kitchen, my eyes scanning the table. Uncle Fred had set out a feast - sandwiches, fruit, chips, and a pitcher of freshly squeezed lemonade.
My mouth watering, I took a seat at the table, my eyes fixed on the spread before me. Uncle Fred sat down across from me, a warm smile on his face. "Dig in, kiddo!" he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
I didn't need to be told twice. I dug in, my teeth sinking into the soft bread and savory filling of the sandwich. The flavors exploded on my tongue, a perfect blend of sweet and tangy. I chewed slowly, savoring the taste, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over me.
As we ate, Uncle Fred asked me about my day, his questions gentle and probing. I told him about school, about my friends, about my favorite subjects. He listened intently, his eyes never leaving mine, his face a picture of interest and concern.
As we finished up, Uncle Fred pushed his chair back and let out a contented sigh. "That was good," he said, his eyes closing in satisfaction. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, James."
I nodded, my mouth full of food. I swallowed, my eyes meeting his. "Thanks, Uncle Fred," I said, my voice sincere. "This was amazing."
Uncle Fred smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Anytime, kiddo," he said. "You're always welcome at my table."

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