12:30am A Knock On Our Door, Let Weird Begin

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We had the weirdest night last night. The really weird stuff starts after we get a knock on the door at 12:30am last night, well actually early this morning.

Let me back track just a bit first.

First we had gotten our son to sleep at 8:30 we were such happy parents, but that was very short lived. Logan woke up at 9:30 and said he was sick, because he was hungry. Who am I to deprive our 2 year old of food, he had eaten pretty good earlier. He must be having a growing spurt, after eating there didn't seem to be sleep in the near future.

As I am dozing on the nice comfy floor bed I had made for Logan and I to relax and watch T.V. ready for the long evening, I hear a knock on the door. I look at the clock and it is 12:30am, my husband is in bed sleeping, because he has to get up at 4:30am to go to work.

I wonder who in the hell is knocking on our door this late at night, I think for a second I hear crying, I look through our peep hole and see a little boy about 10 starting to walk down the hall away from our door and see the neighbors door across the way opened. What the .........
We live in a nice two bedroom apartment, but still an apartment and can't help but wonder at this point if this wouldn't be happening if we were in a house.

I open the door and ask if everything is okay and what is going on? I never thought those few simple words could end up getting me involved in something that I would have rather been sleeping instead of dealing with.

The young boy (Danny) comes running back to my door crying, hyperventilating and says "please help me can you help me, I need to go home right now" Okay I am freaking out at this point. I instantly think the worst, what has happened at the neighbors, what in the world is going on. What Danny says next, I could have slapped him upside the head for. "I miss my dad, this has happened before when I have stayed at a friends house, but I really miss my dad, can you help me?"

I wanted to say sooooooo bad but didn't "Can't you miss your dad at a decent hour and not right now or at least not at this hour and in such a state of panic??" I am also thinking at this point where in the world are the parents, whose home Danny is staying the night at and why am I answering my door at this time of night with my 2 year old that was almost a sleep?

The young friend that Danny was staying with is watching this with this horrible look on his face and closes the door while this boy comes into my door. I ask Danny if his dad knows if he is coming home and if the parents of his friend he was staying with know he is wanting to leave also, he says yes.

I told him I need a phone number to reach his dad, because I am not just going to drop him off somewhere I don't know and want to make sure he is getting to his dad. Danny says he can't remember his phone number for me to call.

As I am getting Logan dressed and myself dressed Danny asked me through his crying if I could please hurry? I told him honey it is almost 1:00 am and I have a 2 year old and myself to get dressed. I am still half a sleep and had to also wake up my husband to tell him what was going on. My husband said he did not like this at all and didn't like the fact we didn't know what kind of neighborhood I would be taking the boy. My husband had taken some pain killers before bed, because of a tooth that was pulled and I wasn't about to let him drive.

Out of the blue Danny tells me he needs to go back across the way and get his games. So I finish getting dressed and go to the front door and noticed the boys father that lives across the way is standing there talking to Danny and then they go inside and the door closes and I figure, YES !! I don't have to go, Think again!

Danny comes back through my door and I am thinking that dirty rotten s.o.b father(my neighbor) is going to make me take the boy home instead of doing it himself. So we start out the door and I think I still should go and ask the neighbors if it is okay, since the boy is really their responsibility. All of a sudden their door opens and the father (our neighbor) says don't worry about it I will take him home.

It would have been nice not to have to worry about it a half hour ago. Why didn't you come to my door and tell me this then, you knew I was awake, you knew Danny was in my home and you know I have a two year old, I thought to myself. I asked "does his dad know he is coming home?" he told me he does now.

Well the father of the boy living in our complex, was not happy with Danny wanting to go home at such an hour and causing such a scene and said to him never again. He also told Danny he was full of poop, when I mentioned everything the boy had told me. One thing he did confirm was that yes the boy has done this before.

Anyway I didn't have to go and was so glad, thank goodness for small miracles. I didn't like this situation, it was late, Logan and I were so tired. I didn't know exactly where the boy lived, or why the adults that knew Danny were not helping and letting him go to a neighbor he didn't even know, what a nightmare.
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