And that’s when the last of Justin’s anger melted away, leaving nothing else than raw emotions. Justin wasn’t used to it, really. Usually he’d avoid talking about it. He walked towards the spot where Wayne was sitting and he sat beside his mate trying to find the right words to tell him that he didn't mean to hurt him. “It nearly killed me, Wayne. One day, we’ll both have to face those facts.. together.” he said tentatively. The only reason (and that he would NOT admit) that he was doing so well right now, was that neither Wayne or Justin looked forward to revisit those memories. Pretending it never happened was much, much easier.
“I thought.. I thought that no one had missed me. I had no purpose. No idea where I belonged.” He whispered, shaking his head. “I’m tired, Wayne. Tired of.. I’m tired of being afraid. “ He knew that even if his Mum would be coming around, the rest of his family would possibly... well he knew Jonathan would kick him out.