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Collateral

... He grinned before quickly peeling off his apron and heading to the back through the swinging doors. He walked to the lockers before grabbing his bag and jacket from inside. He quickly put the jacket on and tossed the tote over his shoulders before looking into the mirror one last time.

His bright green eyes stared back at him, his pouty lips, thick eyebrows and messy bed hair. He took note of the bags under his eyes, a sign that he was tired. Ezra signed before closing the locker. He would get paid again soon and then he would have to pay the light bill and fix the broken sink upstairs. He barely made enough to eat but he tried his hardest to provide. His dad hadn't been around enough to support him and now being truly left alone was taking a toll on Ezra. The young man headed back towards the front after clocking out on the computer in the back. He re-entered the bustling area before informing his coworkers he was leaving. "Have a good night!" he said before walking through the glass door, not feeling the pair of eyes watching him.

The door closed behind him as he was met with the warm summer time air and took a deep breath. "Everything is going to be okay", he thought before starting his journey back home. Nearby, was a bus stop and at 6:40 transportation would arrive, making its route in 20 minute intervals. He trotted over before sitting down on the bench. There was no one waiting with him, so he began to hum an unfamiliar tune. It was random and made up but it ...

... made him feel better. A few moments later the bus arrived with the driver opening the door for the boy. Ezra quickly rose from his seat before climbing up into the vehicle, inserting his money, greeting the black male bus driver and sitting down. The conductor closed the doors after waiting for any other passengers and pressing the pedal to begin his route. There weren't many people on the bus, just an older woman sitting in the back. Ezra sat near the window, tilting his head towards it and closing his eyes. Exhaustion filled his bones, he was tired and stressed. He made sure to not fall asleep, in fear of missing his stop so he reopened his eyes and looked out the window. He took in the lights of the city, secretly hoping and wishing for more. After a while, the bus driver stopped the vehicle and opened the door. They had arrived in Ezra's neighborhood and he began to stand up, ready to lay down in his bed after a long day. On his way off, he told the bus man goodnight before heading towards his house across the street. It wasn't a luxury home, almost 30 years old and the paint was chipping but it's where he and his neglective father stayed. He trudged up to the front porch before digging in his jacket pocket for the keys.

He inserted it into the key slot before successfully opening the door and heading inside. He quickly slipped into the house and closed the door behind him, locking it. He turned before calling out toward the stairs. "Dad!" he shouted, voice carrying ...