A Bloody Glass of Wine

Chapter 4

It was a quiet day. James had began his usual morning routine. It was just a normal and peaceful morning...

Wrong.

The day was anything else than quiet and peaceful for James. His eyes frowned as the endless whimpering from outside his door house kept bothering him hours now. The irritation was getting stronger by the minute.

James let out a deep sigh and finally decided to open his door. His cold but curious eyes landed towards a kid who was laying right in front of his doorstep, "What is a kid doing here?" he thought to himself as the kid in question finally noticed him.

The kid's red and tired eyes looked up at the man in front of him terrified. His tears endlessly running from his eyes, the noticeable trembling of his hands and the countless bruises around his body. James was definitely sure that something had gone really wrong to the life of this young boy.

"What's your name kid?" the boy didn't talk.

James's eyes narrowed as the boy stared at him non stop. Not saying a word.

"Don't you have a home? Your mother must be very worried so you better go back," suggested James to the young child but he only shook violently his head.

"I don't want to go back," spoke the kid with whimpers as James rubbed tiredly his temples. He thought about it for a second and decided to dig a little bit more into the kids situation.

"You seem hurt. Let me grab you a first aid kit," in order for James to learn more about the young boy's situation, he first needed to win over his trust.

Soon enough, James returned with a first aid kid. He first applied some ice on the kid's arms and legs and then warped those bruises with a bandage. "Here you go kid."

After that, the kid stayed silent. No more tears were shed. But he wasn't willing to leave either. James's cold gray eyes softened for the first time in a while, "Do you want to come in? You seem really hungry," the kid nodded hesitantly and followed after the man.

With that, James made a small plate of omelette with the little ingredients he had and served it to the young boy with a cup of apple juice. Soon enough, the boy began eating like there's no tomorrow. It seemed like he wasn't eating as much as he should had, but he wasn't skinny either.

"T-thank you very much sir," spoke nervously the boy as James sat opposite of him.

"It was nothing."

The kid stayed silent after that while keeping fidgeting with his hands in awkwardness.

"What's your name kid?" asked James calmly and the kid finally spoke.

"...Simon..."

"Glad to meet you Simon." spoke James with a gentle tone in order to make the child feel more at ease.

"Sir... Could I...ask for your help?" questioned the kid, now suddenly feeling determined.

"I can't promise that I can help you, but you won't loose anything by talking to me," spoke James with a calm and understanding tone. His eyes ever so softened. He had a weakness towards kids and he wanted to protect those creatures filled with purity and happiness from the cruelty of this world.

"I-I want to report my father to the police but...I-I don't know where the police station is...," explained the kid with a trembling voice as James's eyes narrowed in deep thought.

"Why do you want to report your father?" even tho James had already suspected the answer, he made sure to get as much information as he could.

"He... H-he...," began the young boy only to start crying once again.