It had been a few weeks since Ercole had been abandoned by Ciccio and Guido in the town fountain, Ercole had been sulking in his family’s mansion, he had been having weird dreams of Ciccio and Guido but he was to afraid to admit that he missed Ciccios constant admiration and Guido telling him about all types of animals.After a while he eventually gave in and went to find the underdogs to ask for help, it was around twelve when he left his home, the streets were filled with people moving from place to place, many of them glaring at him and whispering about him which, though he hated to admit it, he knew deserved. Once he reached the Marcovaldo’s place he remembered Gulila and the other one, which he had come to know of as Luca, where gone at school so that ment there was only massimo, Gulilas father, and Alberto which made things a bit better, because he knew if Gulila found out he was asking for help from them she would laugh in his face and never let him live it down, which he could admit he deserved.“Welp,” he thought as his knuckles hovered over the wooden door. “This is it.” Just as his knuckles rapped against the wooden door he heard a voice, most likely albertos, say, “I’ll get it!” in a chipper way. Once the door opened he was met with Alberto who paused and scowled before coldly asking. “What do you want?” Ercole paused before defeatedly saying. “I need help, your help, I want to be better, I want my life back,.... I want my friends back…”Alberto paused as he heard the words that Ercole had just said, he looked at him like he was speaking Chinese, or as if he had three heads. Soon a booming voice came from the top of the staircase,“Berto, who’s there?”It was Massimo, no doubt about it, and Ercole knew if Massimo found him he wouldn’t be to happy, especially after the way he had treated Gulila for so many years.“No one papa.” Alberto said, before dragging Ercole inside and hiding him in his room.Once they were alone alberto spoke up,“Why are you really here?” he asked clearly not to trusting of Ercole.“I already told you, I'm here for help.” Ercole responded slightly annoyed, but deep down he knew Alberto had every right to not trust him at all, he also knew he couldn’t get too snappy or rude because Alberto could just as easily get Massimo to throw him out at a moment's notice. It was quite for a moment before Alberto finally asked, “Why me, I mean why do you want my help?"
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