A Small World
Chapter 6, Part 1
"W- What?" I stared at the blonde boy with wide eyes as he looked down at me with tear-filled ones.
"My dad became extremely abusive after my mom died," Kieran began. "Before, he was a really great dad. He never laid a finger on me. Would never make me do things I didn't want to. But things changed. My mom was hit by a drunk driver while she was crossing the street when I turned 16. My dad was so traumatized by the whole thing; he just snapped under the stress. He started getting into drugs and alcohol. We were pretty good with money. He owned a huge company but it didn't stop him from getting into shit."
My eyes widened as I heard my intoxicated father stumble down the stairs. Shit! I wasn't prepared for him to get drunk right now. Before I could do anything, a shaky hand clamped down onto my shoulder.
"Kieran." I gulped and slowly turned to face him.
"Y- Yes, dad?"
"Go to the city and pick up what I asked for."
you don't really expect me to get your drugs for you" My father pushed his hands against my lips.
"Sh! Sh sh sh!"
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and eyed me.
"Y'know, I work my butt off for you so do you think it would kill you to help me out just a tiny bit here?" I peeled his arm off of me and stepped back.
"No, You're an idiot!"
Dad flinched at my shout, and I immediately regretted it when I saw the expression of rage on his face. He raised his arm and I shut my eyes in anticipation. The back of his hand connected with my face, the force of his anger sending me flying back into a bookshelf. Books and other objects rained down on me. I cried out in pain, holding my arms up to shield myself from the collapsing furniture.
"You ungrateful brat!" My father roared, picking items up off nearby tables, and chucking them at me in fury. I cried out as the bookshelf landed on top of me, knocking the breath out of me.
"Dad," I choked out, tears blurring my eyes. "Help me! Please! I can't breathe!"
"You should stay there and suffer!"
"H- How could you say something like that? You used to be the best dad. Why did you have to turn this way?"
My words, it seemed, had hit my father like a ton of bricks. In seconds, the weight was lifted off of me and I was pulled up onto my feet.
"I'm so sorry, Kieran. I"
I couldn't let him finish. I held back sobs as I whipped my hand across his face. He gasped out and stared at me in horror.
"I hate you!" I screamed, pure disgust eminent in my voice.
Pushing him out of the way, I sprinted toward the door, clumsily tripping over fallen furnishings and broken items.
I ran toward the door with uncanny speed for someone who had just been smashed into the floor by a bookshelf. I wanted to get as far away from him as my feet could carry me; away from that repulsive man, away from the pain he delivered.
Soon, I wandered into the city. My heart was beating at a rapid pace as I roamed the dimly lit streets. My father had always told me horrible stories of things that happened in the city at night. Walking through an alley, my eyes nervously scanned the area. It was well past midnight, there couldn't have been anyone out.
I let my sore body lean against the grimy wall and slide to the ground.
"What the hell am I doing," I whispered to myself, my lips quavering.
My hands gently trailed over my face, feeling the lumps and cuts that had formed there. Tomorrow I would have monstrous bruises.
"Where am I supposed to go?" Going back to that dreadful place would only result in more beatings and consequences. But staying here, I would have had to live on the streets. How could I survive like that?
I sat there, in the deserted alley; the only sounds were my choked sobs. Suddenly, someone grabbed my arm, hoisting me onto my feet.
"W- Wha--?!" I choked out as the stranger began dragging me down the street with impatience.
"Come on," The man's gruff voice yelled with apprehension. "Pick up your feet and move!"
What was this guy's deal? My heart raced as he tightened his grip with every step.
"N- No! Stop!" I ripped my arm from his grasp and turned, running the opposite direction.
I hurdled around a corner and came face to face with a lofty, robust man. Four other guys stood behind him, each one holding a make-shift weapon. The man I was staring up at had a bat over his shoulder.
"Oh?" He exclaimed with interest, grinning evilly. "What do we have here?"
The stranger who had grabbed me in the alley seized my arm and shoved me behind him.
"You'll leave him be if you know what's best for you," He threatened.
I stood behind him, peeking around his back, curiosity getting the better of me.
"Amir? Ha! You actually think you have the guts to kill me?" The man protecting me was brawny, packed with muscle, the thug before us towered over him, smiling smugly, still, my protector didn't back down.
"If it means keeping this boy safe, then yes." The blood rushed to my face when he said that. Why did he want to protect me?
My eyes glanced up as the hoodlums started backing up, terror on their faces. My defender held a pistol out, aimed at the leader's face.
"Go," He ordered.
They all immediately turned and ran the opposite way, terrified. Raindrops began falling as we stood there in silence. All I could do was gawk at this so-called 'Amir' whose back was still toward me.
he saved my life.
"Are you an idiot?!"
I stepped back, staring at the man in confusion.
"Why is someone like you out here so late? You could've gotten killed just now!"
"Whoa whoa whoa," I put up my hands in protest. "What do you mean by 'someone like you'?"
"I can tell you aren't from around here. Anyone who lives in the city knows better than to ever come in this neighborhood at these hours."
"W- Well I didn't know," I whispered, inaudibly. Tears blurred up my eyes once again as that horrible memory started replaying in my mind.
"H- Hey," The man whispered. "Don't cry."
I sniffled and wiped my eyes.
"S- Sorry," I stuttered. "I'll go. Thanks for helping me out."
I turned from the stranger and began walking away, even though I didn't want to. I felt grateful towards that man but I knew getting involved with someone like that was not a very good idea.
I gasped as I felt strong arms unexpectedly wrap around my shoulders.
"Come with me," Amir whispered.
I looked over at the silver-haired man, my eyes searching his face but he was emotionless. Was he serious?
"D- Don't mess with me," I stammered, turning my red face away from his but I didn't push him away. I didn't want to. For some reason, being in his embrace, I felt safe, like nothing could cause me harm.
"I'm not messing with you," he insisted, squeezing me tighter.
"I don't even know you."
By now, our bodies were drenched with water from the proceeding down-pour, but I didn't care. I didn't want this moment to end.
"Do we have to know each other?"
"Shouldn't we know each other's names at least?"
"Hello," He said, keeping his arms around me. His mouth moved next to my ear and whispered, "My name is Amir. And yours?"
"Well!" The lanky boy released me and sniffed, looking down at me with a superior grin. "I'm delighted to have met such a modest, young gentleman!"
He bowed so perfectly that he actually did seem like a noble, apart from the messy, spiky hair going out in all different directions, the t-shirt and jeans, and the tattoos. His act caused me to burst out laughing. It seemed so out of character. Amir chuckled and offered his hand.
"So," He began, with the same, proper accent. "Could I provide you the decency to walk you home on this scenic, starry night?"
I began laughing all over again as we both glanced up at the cloud-covered, storm-filled night.
"If that's how you want to put it," I replied, smiling and taking his hand. "Then I guess."
"Ah!" He exclaimed, throwing his free hand to his forehead, dramatically. "What a charming answer! You take my breath away! You have such a way with words!"
I scoffed and looked away but I couldn't help but smile. I was already feeling better. He made me feel like there wasn't a problem in the world. But that soon changed as I realized something.
"Amir," I whispered.
The silver-haired man looked down at me, his face emotionless, once again.
"I don't have a home anymore."