All he had done was take a trip down to Newbark to check in with the folks. Yeah he hated em but he wanted to let his mom know he was at least alive, he thought she would have cared that much about him but hoo boy that was the furthest thing from the truth.
Now granted, she probably would have reacted nicer had extended family and friends not been there, but they were. And they all knew him, how demonic of a child he was way back in the day. If Gold wasn’t afraid of being sent to the slammer he would have done what he wanted to do, but he didn’t trust any of them to not report him. Hell he was already dancing on thin ice by just stepping foot into town, he didn’t need any more flack. So he just stood there and took it. The glares, the accusations, the smack talk that if said to another person on the street would have at the least gotten you hurt. The worst part, sixty percent of it was from his own mom.
Needless to say he left the once warm and inviting home totally crushed and demoralized. He knew he and his mom had it rough, but he was trying so hard to fix that. He wanted to fix it. He wanted her to be proud of him, to treat him like a mother should treat their kid. He just fucked up to many times as a kid, broken the relationship to a point where it was almost un-reparable. It made his heart ache. Now he’d never know the feeling of a mothers loving embrace. To know he would never have a family to lean back on. All because he was a fucking stupid kid.
Gold had slammed the door to his apartment when he finally returned to Goldenrod, still clenching Togekiss’s ball in his hand. He ripped the goggles from his head, letting them bounce and slide a few feet ahead as he chucked the accessory to the ground. Probably cracked a glass, but he didn’t care at this point. By now Typhlosion had heard his distraught master come home and padded over to the boy, a worried look painted his face.
Gold slowly found himself sliding down the door to the ground. He hugged his leg’s close to his chest finding himself doing something he hadn’t done in years…
…He cried…
He sat like this for a solid five minuets, silently sobbing into his arms, worried pokemon at his side. A shaky hand retrieved his pokegear from his pocket. He couldn’t see for the life of him so he had no idea who he sent the message to, all he cared about was someone, anyone to answer his call the one time he’s ever needed it.
SMS: Can u come over? I rlly ned some1 rite now.
