"Talking's good..." Though this wasn't a comfortable subject, with all the secrets around it. He glanced at Alex, then focused on the road, hating that he had to lie. "Can't afford the ER visit. It's splinted, at least." And he couldn't go to the doctors, couldn't risk that.
The fingers on his right hand drummed on the steering wheel a bit. "And, I don't think pressing charges would do much good. I mean, he's an upstanding member of the community, a member of the military. And I'm a vagrant kid, living in my truck, tossed out of foster and group homes for being 'difficult.' Aren't he and Sheriff Valenti friends? I learned a long time ago, I'm not the guy people believe about stuff like this. It only makes things worse."
True enough. None of his foster parents or the leaders of the group homes had ever gotten in trouble for what they did to Michael. And none of them were nearly as respected in the community as Alex's dad.
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The fingers on his right hand drummed on the steering wheel a bit. "And, I don't think pressing charges would do much good. I mean, he's an upstanding member of the community, a member of the military. And I'm a vagrant kid, living in my truck, tossed out of foster and group homes for being 'difficult.' Aren't he and Sheriff Valenti friends? I learned a long time ago, I'm not the guy people believe about stuff like this. It only makes things worse."
True enough. None of his foster parents or the leaders of the group homes had ever gotten in trouble for what they did to Michael. And none of them were nearly as respected in the community as Alex's dad.