Three Brood Instigators

42. Some Things You Can't Accept

Chapter 4: A Not-So Merry Winter

Snow started to fall abnormally by the end of November, nearing Thanksgiving, some things lots of orphanages can't accept in the cramp, let alone Pastuzo, who had just spent two days of consternation in the orphanage.

And again, he couldn't take it, despite experiencing one warning and experiencing one severe punishment after. And so he did it again, he waited for no eyes around his path, just like some others who tried.

He saw an opening, he opened the window. "NANNY! HE IS ESCAPING!!" spoiled a young orphan. The prefects pulled Pastuzo back to the crammed room, THE NANNY SLAPPED PASTUZO TO THE CHEEKS AGAIN. The prefects threw him into his room, where he was punished severely.

Ben gave his share of the job to Ethan. "Thanks, little boy," Ethan thanked him, and left.

"I am not a little boy, bro," Ben said.

"Whatever," Ethan said from afar.

Herman was nearby. "Was that a... burglary... or a... pickpocket?" Herman asked in mood.

Ben chuckled. "If I have to be honest, I am more of a helper than I am a thief."

"That so?" Herman played. 

"Yeah, I just wander around, see if there is anyone worth helping. Sometimes I help some store owners, sometimes I help a kid... sometimes... I help a sociopath, just saying," Ben mentioned. 

"And so it goes," Herman said, as both stared at Clayne who has been putting his fingers on his chin all his hours.

"What are you looking at?!" Clayne questioned, and they stare away. "I don't want to talk to both of you, GO AWAY!"

And so both complied. Eli laughed, "Well, well, well, so I heard..."

"Leave me the fuck alone, you son of a bitch!" Clayne pointed sharply and warned.

"Woah, woah, easy there, hotshot!" he chuckled. He looked at Clayne closely. "You are lucky you got some friends protecting you. Cause otherwise you'd end up like that school friend of yours, hehe!"

"He is not my friend," Clayne irritated.

"You keep saying that. I am starting to feel you will betray us," Eli further tested him.

"Gimme a break, loser!" Clayne said. "I am not an idiot, ok?!"

"Well, your flaws act like you are!" Eli said. "Be careful of what you do, Clayne. Your rope of life, when one is cut, there will be consequences!"

Eli left, giving Clayne lots of space to slap himself, pinch his nose, and blob down his cheeks and eyes. It has been three days for him, and he couldn't imagine how it could have been if things were different, now that the past has already been written, and it will never be. Febby came just in time, just for Clayne.

"Hey," she greeted, patting him softly. "You ok?" she asked, and she received the silent treatment. "That bad huh?" she said. "Well, Drock is still looking for the... buyer for the... government paper you all stole—thought I'd let you know."

"Let all of them have it, but me," Clayne said. HE SLAMMED THE CHAIR. "Damn it!" he cussed. "I cannot take it, I cannot take all of this, they both never needed to die, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?!"

"Nothing is wrong, Clayne, chill out, boy," Febby said. "I apologize, it just so happens," she said. "You weren't thinking straight, and now you can't go back, can you!"

Clayne reacted to her reverse psychology, "Why did you give in those cars easily?!"

"Clayne, stop it, what's past is the past!" Febby warned.