People act like they can tell how old kids are. Maybe some of them can. I have no idea. The kid could be anywhere from 8 to 13. I don’t fucking know.
I do know that he had the wrong haircut, he had an adult haircut. It made his head look square or too big. Once he got over his initial staring phase he started talking a mile a minute. And standing way too close to me. Since talking in the bathroom seemed weird I took him outside.
Standing in the parking lot of the Elite Multiplex & Event Center in Colliers is much better.
He told me that his dad and some other guys were using magic on his mom. Making her do weird stuff. Based on the way he was acting I didn’t want to know what kind of weird stuff he meant any more than he wanted to say.
I kept glancing around because I felt like the cops were going to swoop in and arrest me at any moment. If anyone should know better than that it should be me.
He held his phone out and showed me the video from when I banished the spirit that had taken over Eterno. Or whatever the hell was going on there. He said that I was the only person he knew that could do real magic and could help him save his mom.
I had the words ready to tell him that was all fake wrestling bullshit. The words died on my lips because I believed him. There’s no reason I should have. Kids are liars. Also they’re kids, they have no idea what’s going on.
I believed him. I believed that he was telling the truth. And I believed that he was right, that he wasn’t just a kid who doesn’t understand what adults do or don’t do, that there was some magic happening. And not the good kind.
What I said was, my tongue was less swollen at this point so it was mostly intelligible “So I uh . . . . don’t . . . don’t . . . um . . . so . . . I don’t . . . uh . . . you . . . um . . .”
He just stood there starting at me.
