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Riley's story 1
Riley's story
One afternoon I was out on the streets walking aimlessly around. I didn't want to go back. I was seventeen and some of the oldest kids in the orphanage didn't like me. I was clever and small, but I had a big mouth. That was not exactly the best mix to stay alive in the area I was living in.
Some of the stupid and aggressive guys wanted to kill me. One of them, Stone, I really hated that guy, wanted to meet me that night in his room possibly to murder me, because his girlfriend liked me. She liked me as a friend. But Stone would have killed anybody who only looked at her. I wasn't even interested in her.
I was thinking about what I should do. Go back and meet my death, or go back a little later when the egghead had forgotten about me. There was also the possibility of risking my life, if Mr. Grass was the attendant tonight. The third solution was never going back, but to live on the street was something I was not really fond of, not in this area. It would be my death.
Wow, encouraging. These were three ways to possibly die. There was no way to come out alive. Great Poole.
But I decided to sleep on a park bench again. I did this several times, whenever Mr. Grass had threw me out, or when I ran away.
After a while of walking around, suddenly I saw this great car in front of the city hall, the van was open and in there was this amazing technical stuff.
I have been very good with computers since I was eight years old, the orphanage janitor, Bill, and I were friends and he let me use the computer in the orphanage's office every night and showed me how to use it, how to program it and even how to repair it.
And now I saw this van and couldn't resist taking a look in it.
Everything in there was expensive. The best things I have ever seen. Something like this only get very, very rich people could afford, though the van itself looked poor.
I jerked when I heard men approaching the van.
'Oh dammit, we'll never find the stupid treasure.' A man shouted.
'Shaw we've been searching for the treasure for only three months. Do you really think we could just ask for the treasure and have it appear right in front of us?' a man with a strong accent shouted a reply.
'Ian, Shaw, stop it.' A third, much calmer voice ordered. 'You two aren't helping with...'
'Hey' I smiled an unsure smile, when three men appeared in front. One was blond, one dark- haired and without any hair.
'HEY!' the bald one shouted and according to the voice it was the one called Shaw. He took a few steps in my direction and balled his fists. Oh crap. I was so in for it. I squeezed my eyes shut and prepared myself for the punches that were coming.
'Stop Shaw!' The one with the calm voice shouted and suddenly stood in front of me.
'Why, Ben?' the blond asked with an evil grin, that made me shiver. 'Let him have his fun. This little bastard just nearly robbed us.'
'Get in the van, you two! I'll handle this.' Ben had an authority in his voice. So the two made a face, but obeyed.
'Thanks so much. Oh gosh, really I wasn't going to steal from you. I am just interested in computers and...' I jumped to my feet and tried to make my getaway around Ben, but this guy had read my thoughts. He grabbed my arm. Hard!
'Stop. Don't even think about it. Who are you?' His eyes were angry.
'I am Riley, sir. Riley Poole.' My voice was trembling.
'Okay, Riley. Let me bring you home so I can talk to your parents.' Okay he was definitely something like a teacher. To talk with my parents.
'That would be difficult since my mother died when I was born and my father is in jail.' I had my eyes downcast.
'Oh.' I looked in his eyes again and there was something I haven't seen in a long time, genuine pity and concern. 'Where do you live?'
'I live in the orphanage down the street.' There was something about him that made me trust him. I didn't know why, but I trusted him.
'Okay, get in the van.' He said and gave me a shove to the door.
Crap. This wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the two jerks, which joined Ben.
We entered the car and I realized that I was trembling. Thankfully Ben sat down beside me. Ian and Shaw probably would have enjoyed sitting next to me and torturing me.
'I can't believe that we're bringing him home.' Shaw shook his head. 'We could have just drowned him in the Hudson after beating him up.' Ian chuckled, while I swallowed.
'Shaw, shut up!' Ben shouted.
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'What has he done this time?' The meanest attendant of the orphanage asked and had a firm grip on my arm.
'We found him when he was in our car, trying to rob us.' Shaw smiled a little.
Ouch. The grip on my arm was so tight that I felt tears in my eyes. It hurt, but it was only a gentle breeze before the storm.
When I looked in Ben's eyes for a brief moment I saw pain in them, as if he was the one whose arm was twisted.
'Go in your room. We'll talk later!' Mr. Grass backhanded me so hard that I yelped. I ran as fast as I could back into my room. Crap, my cheek hurt like hell and in exactly one hour I would be so sore that I won't be able to move for a very long time. Crap, crap, crap. What should I do? Running away would make it worse.
Why did Mr. Grass have to be the attendant that night? He was the one attendant who used to beat up the 'bad boys'. Oh gosh, I was really scared of him.
I was sitting on my bed, hugging myself and letting the tears stream down my face. I felt like I was going to be sick.
I squeezed my eyes shut and tensed when the door opened.
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