Greg lay panting on the dirty floor of the warehouse. He had gone out to buy some supplies and for some reason, he thought that the search for him would have slacked off. As a result, he was chased around for half a day and he couldn't even run back to his hideout because he was afraid that he would not have a place to turn to if it was exposed.
He knew he could not continue living like that and that he had to ask for help. He took out the burner phone he had for emergencies and dialled a number he had not called for years.
The phone rang for some time before the person on the other end picked it up.
"Hello?" a rough voice was heard on the other end.
"Dad" Greg said emotionally.
"Greg?" his dad asked as if he was making sure he did not hear wrong.
"It's me dad" Greg said his voice still carrying a lot of emotion.
"What do you want?" His dad asked after he recovered his senses. The boy had run away from home years ago because of his obsession for some girl.
