2.
Jim was fifteen and had run away from home again. Now he was living on the streets and was sleeping in abandoned buildings that should have been condemned a long time ago. One night Jim woke up to see an older man with a knife to his throat.
"Give me all your money nice and quick and I won't slit your throat."
"But I don't have no money."
The man just pressed his knife closer to Jim's neck "Don't lie to me, boy!"
Seeing the crazed look in the man eye Jim start feeling that the man was serious. "My bag is over there by the table. You'll see I have no money in there."
Keeping the knife against Jim's throat the man opened the bag and scavenged around.
"Junk. There is nothing but junk in here."
"See? I have no money so just leave."
The older man turn his attention back to Jim and gave him a smile that made his blood run cold. "I don't know about that son", the man said as his hand started to caress Jim's face. "There are others types of money if you get what I mean."
"No. Please take anything just leave me alone."
"O, I am going to take what I want. And your going to love it aren't you, son?" the man asked starting to undo Jim's shirt.
It was like a cord snapped and next thing he knew Jim's fist collided with the mans nose breaking it. "I'm not your son!" Jim started pounding until the man was knocked out. "I'm nobodies son. "