HIS LITTLE PET
I stepped inside, slamming the door shut behind me, and immediately looked around the small living room.
Nathan was sitting on the floor, curled up against the base of his sofa.
He wasn't wearing his usual oversized grey hoodie anymore, it was thrown across the room in a crumpled heap. He was in a plain white t-shirt, his knees pulled tightly against his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs as he cried.