Knights Against the Night Part 43

Bolt had gotten used to Freddie carrying him just about everywhere when he was at home. Mum still wouldn't like him leave the house, but all other time he was beside the boy.

So he wasn't surprised when Freddie came home that day, looking miserable, and immediately picked him up and heading out into the back garden.

He was a little surprised when Freddie crawled into a bush and proped him up against it, sitting cross legged and meeting his eyes directly.

Freddie didn't often look at him, usually it seemed enough hthat he was in Freddie's arms, or placed beside him.

Then Bolt got a shock. Freddie started talking.

"When do you think Mags is coming home?" Tears welled up in the boy's eyes, "I miss her. I know Daddy's gone to find her but..." the boy hunched up, curling in on himself.

"Mummy was crying today. She keeps telling me it'll be okay. But she was crying and..." Freddie sobbed, rocking back and forth a little.

"I want Mags. She used to play with me, she liked me. I don't think Mummy likes me anymore."

She loves you. Bolt thought. Not that she ever really said so.

"I want Mags to come home." Freddie sobbed, "And then Daddy will come back, and Mummy won't be sad anymore, and the monsters will go away and leave me alone."

Freddie picked Bolt up again, tears falling into his fur again until his fur was quite wet.

"I don't understand why Mags had to go away."