Killian

I marched my way to where the boys stood. "What are you kids thinking?! Who started this?!"

The boys started to run away. I was about to stop them, but I decided to let them go. I bend down beside the poor kid.

"Hey, kid? Kid are you okay?"

The boy slowly sat up. I grabbed his arms to help him. There is no sign of blood on him, but I could see twin scars on his temple. "Thank you, mister."

"Are you hurt anywhere else?"

The boy rubbed his stomach. "Just my stomach...I think its just a few bruises."

I placed a hand on his shoulders. "Do you mind if I lift your shirt slightly to see for myself."

"Yeah." The boy groaned. He lifted his shirt slightly up. I looked at his skin, a few purple marks are visibly shown.

I lowered his shirt down. "Okay, kid. Come with me, let me take you to the drug store."

The boy nodded. But he seems to struggle to stand up. I lightly grabbed his arms, and lifted him up.

~ The two of us sat inside my car as I applied vaseline on his scars. The kid just stared at me with curiosity.

"So what's your name kid?"

"Henry."

I removed a band aid and patched it on his forehead. "Well, Henry. Its nice to meet you. I'm Killian."

"Nice to meet you, and thank you again for saving me."

I handed him the cold water bottle for him to cool the bruises on his stomach. "Who were those kids?"

Henry pressed the bottle on his stomach. "Just some jerks back in school."

"Well, you were brave back there. You did a good job of walking away from them. But try to scream for help when you get the chance. It may seem unmanly, but you should never risk getting hurt. Alright, mate?"

He nodded. "Alright." His eyes looked around my car.

I put the package of band aids in the small brown paper. "What do you have in your mind kid?"

He looked at me startled. "Wh-what? Um, nothing...Just wow. You have a really cool car. This is a Volvo BMW, right? I have seen many in white and black, but never in gold."

I placed the brown paper aside. "Ah. You know cars. I had this since last year. It was a present from one of my clients."

"You are a business man?"

"I own a club here in New York. Well, clubs actually. So, how much do you know about cars?"

Henry scratched his head. "Not much, really. I was just thinking about doing my science project involving cars. I was planning to just focus on the velocity of the different type of cars. But that can't be possible for me right now."

"Why not, mate? The cars you have back home isn't cool enough?"

Henry grinned. "No. My mom doesn't own a car."

"What a disappointment."

I thought about this for a moment. I have a collection of cars back home. Its not a hobby, its just a few extras that I could sell if I get bankrupt. Working in a club doesn't always mean money will keep coming to the table. I guess I could help out for this kid, it'll be fun for both of us.

I nudged his shoulder. "Tell you what, mate. I'll make a deal with you," I took out a quarter out of my pocket, "let's flip a coin. Heads you win and I'll help you with your project. I have a collection of cars back home. But if its tails, I win and I get to take you home."

Henry's expression immediately changed to excitement. He instantly nodded. "Al-alright. Deal."

The two of us shook our hands to make our deal official. I flipped the quarter and slapped it straight down on the front patch of my hand. I blocked the coin with my other hand so Henry won't see. Its tails. When I looked up back at Henry, he was nibbling his lower lip nervously.

I put the quarter back in my pocket. "You are one lucky little man, you win."

Henry's jaw dropped ajar. "Really? Geez, I guess today isn't one of the worst days of my life."

I started the engine. "I guess fate was a little easy on you, mate. Now you should call your mom. Do you know her number?"

Henry shook his head. "My mom doesn't have a cell phone."

"Is she at home? I could take you there. I wouldn't want your mom to worry of your unknown absence. Where do you live?"

Henry just shook his head again. "My mom is at work. She comes home at twelve. She's in the diner right now. She usually calls me within an hour."

"Well, that's where we should go. Where is the diner?"

Henry removed his back pack and put his seat belt on. "I don't know the address. But I'll just point it out to you along the way. I know things around here like a book."

I curved a smile. "Whatever you say, mate."