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While Tyler felt bad about snapping at her, he didn't think it wasn't totally uncalled for. His father probably would have given her the same lecture. Tyler put the bike in the garage before walking through the house to the backyard. It was a small patch of land. With a few brown patches, the grass was rather nice. In the back along the side was the old flower beds. Now it was just dirt that's been left to rot. Remembering the past with his mother there made Tyler sad. Taking a seat on the old swing set he used to play on, Tyler just sat there. The soft creak of the metal could be heard. He sat there for a while just thinking and letting the day pass by. With his head resting on the chain of the swing, Tyler waited for something to happen.
Inside the phone rang. No one picked up so a message was left:
Hey, Ty, just wanted to tell you that something came up. There should be enough food in the fridge for you to make something tonight. I should be back late tomorrow evening. If not, Ms. Anderson is next door. She'll help you with everything.
Robert hung up the phone at the hospital and closed his eyes after breathing a sigh of relief. He wanted to keep this out of the paper, but that would be difficult. Looking at his own bandages, he went through what happened. He was chasing down a drug dealer who was selling something. The next thing he remembered was laying on the ground in a small pool of his own blood. He had been stabbed by another street thug that came up behind him. It wasn't pretty, but Robert's seen worse. After arguing with the nurse, Robert relented to staying for the night. He needed to be home by tomorrow or he was going to throw a fit.
Inside the phone rang. No one picked up so a message was left:
Hey, Ty, just wanted to tell you that something came up. There should be enough food in the fridge for you to make something tonight. I should be back late tomorrow evening. If not, Ms. Anderson is next door. She'll help you with everything.
Robert hung up the phone at the hospital and closed his eyes after breathing a sigh of relief. He wanted to keep this out of the paper, but that would be difficult. Looking at his own bandages, he went through what happened. He was chasing down a drug dealer who was selling something. The next thing he remembered was laying on the ground in a small pool of his own blood. He had been stabbed by another street thug that came up behind him. It wasn't pretty, but Robert's seen worse. After arguing with the nurse, Robert relented to staying for the night. He needed to be home by tomorrow or he was going to throw a fit.