Peter's POV:
It's always crisp in the alley's of London especially around Christmas time. It's cold like the hearts of the people in this city. Frozen.
My brother asks, "are you okay?" snapping me out of my thoughts. He knew very well I wasn't "okay" but obviously I said yes.
"I'm going to get some food, I'll be back in an hour."
"Okay." I said.
I'll just stay here. Frozen.
Alister's POV:
The jail bars surround me making me feel encaged and helpless like a wild animal.
I'm so dumb for thinking that stealing bread around Christmas was a good idea.
"Sit down, and be …show more content…
"If someone bails you out scum." He said loudly with his thick accent.
All I wanted to do was take some for... Peter. PETER! Oh bullocks.
Peter's POV:
He's been missing for hours, he doesn't usually take that long...
I held out my empty cup pleading for anyone to spare a little change. "Hello, little boy.." a rich woman in pink coat, silk baby pink gloves and a hot pink umbrella, asked sweetly.
"Hello ma'am." I replied softly avoiding eye contact.
"What's the matter with ya?" She asked.
"My brother is missing and its Christmas eve and I'm very hungry." He replied.
"How about you come with me and have some dinner and then we will go look for your brother. Also my name is Mary." She said, she looked sweet and young about 23.
"I'd be glad ma'am, thank you. I'm Peter, Peter West."
*3 HOURS LATER*
I never knew that someone so rich could be so generous.
"I've rang the police, your brother is in a holding sell for stealing bread, we will bail him out." She said quietly.
"Thank you!" I said as I sipped hot cocoa.
I have never felt so grateful.
"Thank you so much ma lady." I exclaimed.
"It's Christmas, It's all about giving." She replied