There’s a wee 8 year old lad called Ben*. He basically lives at the playground opposite our house. Sweet lad, but there’s obvs something going on; I’ve seen his dad collect him and shout at him, calling him a cunt and stuff. Really awful. He’s taken a shine to my 4 year old DD and my DH.
Today I’m in the kitchen and he must have seen me cos he opens my front door a bit, says hello and can he come in to play? I’m like nope - but we’ll all go out to the playground. Half an hour passes and I need to head back in and off he rides somewhere else anyway. Ten minutes later he knocks on the door, can I have a packet of crisps?
I ask him if he’s hungry and his wee face kinda broke and I invited him in to share DD’s cheese omelette (don’t judge). I tell him I have to call one of his parents and he hands me a slip of paper that has this Angry Dad’s number. I call him up, he couldn’t give a shit and I ask if he could pick his son up at 6. I said I had invited him for tea, it’s my fault and apologise. Anyway he couldn’t have cared less but at least kid not gonna get screamed at on my account.
The kid hangs out here and he runs riot. Let’s himself upstairs and into bedrooms, can I play with this or that - no that’s my laptop, no that’s DD’s little guitar from MIL but otherwise I let him crack on. I turn my back for one minute and he’s in the garage… mental.
Anyway he’s eating his dinner and then starts asking questions - do I have a security camera? Yes (no). Do I have an alarm? Yes (no).
I’m gonna give him the benefit of the doubt and say he’s just being inquisitive rather than anything sinister.
Some girl walks past and she looks in our kitchen and it’s obvious they recognise each other. DD asks if the girl is his mum (she’s about 13) and he says he doesn’t know her but then goes a bit weird. I ask if that’s his sister and he confesses yes. But don’t ask why he lied.
Anyway 6.30 the Angry Dad rocks up. I try and introduce myself as Nice Mum and he doesn’t wanna know, just grabs the kid and throws him into the car.
I don’t know what to do. This lad didn’t wanna go home, he was hungry, he doesn’t have a home life. I’ll always have an open door but I have to work, I don’t want this to become a regular thing but I’m worried for him.
Should I contact the school? Is that OTT? My DH is abroad working and I don’t want to cause drama, but it feels like no one is looking out for this boy.