Where Is He?

 The girl heard a knock at the door there at the row house they lived in. She, 16 and very pregnant, went to answer the door at night by herself. 

She turned the knob and the door pushed open. Long sharp fingernails dug into her arm as she was pushed back against the wall. 

It was the mother of her step-father's son. She was a prostitute and often her only clothing was just a bed sheet wrapped around her. She was a big girl. Very pretty but very large frame and stature. She had her "boyfriend"(?) with her.

Where is my son, she demanded. The girl froze, speechless. 

"Let her have him" came a voice from the top of the steps. The step-father. The boy came down the stairs and out the door they went out into the night.

This boy had the saddest life of anyone.