Hey guys,
Sorry for not updating for so long. I had had a writers block. Hope you'll like it. And if you have the time, please check out my story 'Lord of the Flies'.
So here is Chapter 2.
The first year after my parents died was horrible for me. The most terrible thing I remembered, when my teacher told me that my parents are gone was, that I was put in a children's home by the police men.
I was just six years old and in a children's home. I didn't deserve it, really.
The days went by slowly, sometimes I thought, that I would die of boredom.
There wasn't anything interesting, just this good looking nursery nurse I looked at every Monday when she came.
One day I was playing, alone with these toys for little babies, Tommy, Jack, Lucas and Anthony came to me. They were 8 years old and hated me. Every other day they were pinching me hard. That hurt me and I always began to cry.
They didn't really mention a reason for hurting me, just these words everybody's telling me.
'You're too fat' or 'Loose weight chubby boy'. I didn't like it when they're calling me like that, but daddy always said, that I have to shut up, because I'm too weak to argue with older people. When I asked him why, he told me that they would insult me harder, as I could take it.
Therefore, I just shut my mouth and tried my best to ignore them.
But the advice didn't work with Tommy, Jack, Lucas and Anthony. When you're not answering they'll hit you. And they did. I had bruises all over my body I began to cry. To my luck it was a Monday. The nursery nurse helped me to stand up and patched me up.
I was lucky, that she was here. And I have to admit, that I fell in love with her. Maybe just a little crush, but I liked her a lot. She wiped away my last tears and kissed me on the cheek.
"Don't cry, little boy" she said and I was lucky, that she didn't insult me.
"I'm not crying", I started "I'm a big boy"
"Yeah, you're a big boy. You can be proud of yourself!", she comforted me.
"What's your name?" I asked her, while she was applying a plaster on my forehead.
"My name is Victoria and yours?"
"My name is Mark!" I shouted proudly.
"Mark is a sweet name."
I blushed, I just got my first compliment after my parents died, and to be honest, I wasn't thinking about them that often anymore. I know that sounds harsh, but at this age I was just too attracted by this beautiful woman, Victoria. She was taking away all my sorrow, with just a simple smile.
"Want to play, sweetie?" she asked me with this gorgeous smile.
"Yes, please", I said.
"Come on, what do you want to play?"
"I don't know, maybe hide and seek?"
She smiled again.
"Sure"
After we played for a while it was time for her to go home.
I was disappointed, but I knew that she has to go.
"That was the funniest day I've ever had with this job", she said before getting in her car.
"I liked it ,too." I said shyly "Are you coming next Monday again?"
"Maybe, or maybe earlier, we'll see." Then she kissed me on the plaster on my forehead and got into her car.
I waved and she drove off. I was disappointed, that she had had to go. But I was lucky, that she was coming next Monday.
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At Thursday I was woke up by a sweet voice that I recognized. Victoria!
I opened my eyes and hugged her tightly.
"Hi, sweetie. I have great news!"
"What for great news?", I asked, voice filled with happiness.
"You're gonna live with me and my family!"
I shrieked, but then my smile disappeared, when I heard the last part.
"What's up Mark, aren't you happy?"
"I am, but you said that you have a family?", I asked unsure and confused.
"Yeah, does it matter to you?" she asked with a sad touch in her voice.
"No, not really", I lied and forced a smile.
"So you wanna come?"
"Sure."
We left the children's home and got into her car. I enjoyed the last minutes alone with her.
The song 'Yesterday' was played. And the first time after a while I remembered my parents.
'Yesterday' was the favourite song of my parents. They told me, that they were on a Beatles concert and while the Beatles played 'Yesterday', the two met for the first time.
I sighed.
Then we arrived, and we got off the car.
The house was huge , a mansion. She hold my hand and I followed her through the door, to the living room.
The floor was made of marble. I sat down on the couch. It was really comfortable. She sat down beside me and the housemaid brought me a huge plate with a lot of different species of ice cream.
I stroke my tummy, took a big spoon and ate a big bite.
A big man arrived. He had brown hair and brown eyes.
"Hey baby", Victoria stood up and kissed the man on the cheek. I boiled over with rage, to be exact I was jealous.
"Who's that?", the man asked.
"This is Mark", she said "I adopted him."
"WITHOUT ASKING ME?"
"Please calm down. He's just a little boy and he needed my help."
"Needed your help? Needed your help? There're so many children who needs help, are you able to help all of them?"
"No, of course not. But what's the point?"
"The point is, that you can't take someone home, you didn't even know, plus you don't ask me first."
"First of all I know him. And-", she wanted to talk, but then she saw her little son coming into the living room.
"Hi mom"
Victoria went over to him and snuggled him.
"How is my darling doing today?"
"Fine", he answered and kissed her on the cheek.
"We'll talk later", her husband said and left.
How could a husband be so mean to his wife? I wanted to punch him in his dirty face, but how could a six year old boy do that?
"So Mark, this is my son"
"Hey chubby boy"
"HEY! Don't be cheeky", Victoria said.
"Sorry mom."
"Mark this is Logan"
So this was my 2nd Chapter, hope you liked it.
Please review, thanks.
-teddybaer-
