Chapter 13

                                    

                                          
Mike's POV
                          


                          
It was a Friday afternoon. Chester was let out as soon as Mike's blood test was taken. As soon as Mike told Chester that he didn't mind, and that he would help, it seemed the boy's attitude towards Mike changed. It was a good change of course.
                          


                          
He was now sitting on a bench in the park as Chester was swinging on a swing.
                          
"Woah! Mike! Look how high I can swing!" Chester laughed and swayed back and forward.
                          
"Be careful Ches! Don't fall off!" Mike called back, "please..." He whispered to himself.
                          
"It's fine Mikey, don't worry! I've did this like a million times!" Chester giggled, in some way he always got to Mike, just by calling him Mikey.
                          
"Weeeeee!" Chester screamed and let go off the swing which sent him flying up into the air and hitting the ground hard as he landed.
                          


                          
"Oh God, Chaz you ok?!" Mike said and ran up to the boy, he was really worried already, did he twist, break or injure anything?
                          
"Yup." Chester chirped and hopped up before Mike got even close to the boy.
                          
He watched as Chester quickly ran over to the monkey bars and climbed up, to sit on top. 
                          
Mike gradually walked over and did the same.
                          


                          
"Are you sure you're older than me?" Mike smirked.
                          
"16 in March baby." Chester laughed and sat closer to Mike.
                          
"How often did you come here Chaz?" Mike asked but got now answer, "Chaz?"
                          
But Chester was just sitting and staring into the emptiness.
                          
"Chester? You ok?"
                          
"Huh? Oh sorry, I was just thinking." Chester shook himself and sighed.
                          
"What were you thinking about?
                          
"N-nothing.." Chester swallowed, Mike could tell something was up.
                          
"Come on Chazzy." Mike said and put his arm around Chester tightly. This was the first time he ever called him Chazzy..
                          
"I was... Just... Just wondering if my dad ever thought of me..." Chester replied quietly and let his head fall gently on Mike's shoulder.
                          
"I'm sure he does.." Mike whispered and let his own head rest on top of Chester's.
                          
"No.. I mean... As a son, a son not a..." Chester paused for a minute and then sighed, showing, he wasn't going to say anymore. Again the thought of Chester's father, Mike didn't know much, he only had the image he built up in his head the one time he met him. And the little bits Chester said, but they didn't give away much.
                          


                          
Then he thought of an idea to cheer Chester up.
                          
"Come on Ches'" Mike smiled and gently took Chester off him and jumped off the monkey bars.
                          


                          
"Huh? Where?" Chester said surprisingly as Mike lifted him off the bars like a mother would lift her baby out of a cradle.
                          


                          
"You'll see" Mike grinned and let Chester stand on his feet.
                          


                          
They walked for a couple of minutes. Mike was going to dye his hair, and get Chester's hair bleached. As they walked by a tattoo and piercing saloon Chester slowed down and didn't take his eyes off it.