The Homeless Heart(Robert Downey Jr Fanfic)

Dignity out the window

I'm so hungry. I have gotten sick a few times from eating out of the trash. I need fresh food.

I have lived on these streets for about year and two months. Its cold now. I'm freezing.

I'm walking the streets just to warm up. But, thanks to the wind. Doesn't really help.

I find a food store. Called Keller's. I see the owner is busy stocking. I go inside looking around.

His eyes meets mine. I turn away to ignore him. I was just walking the aisles looking around.

"Need some help?" he asked.

The store owner's name tag says Sam. I shake my head no. I keep walking down the aisle.

He continues to stock the fruits. This food looks delicious. I'm hesitant in stealing something.

I find fresh made ham sandwhiches and drinks. I check to see if Sam wasn't looking. He is too busy working.

Here goes nothing. I take a sandwhich and a water. I grab an apple. Shoving them into my pockets.

My heart is racing from fear. I'm afraid of getting caught. I quickly move down the aisle.

I bumped into a shelf. Knocking over what was hanging on it. Shoot! I look up and Sam is staring at me.

He knows! I bolted toward the entrance. I soon feel Sam tugging me back.

"Hey! You're not going anywhere!" he exclaims.

"Let me go! I didn't do anything!" I lied.

"I watched you steal. You young lady are not leaving."

Sam places my arms behind my back. Like I'm being arrested. He takes me behind the counter into a vaccant room.

There is computer. Showing different sections of the store. How could I bypass security camera's.

He sits me down on the chair. There is a pair of hand cuffs on this small loop attached to the table.

Sam slaps on one of the cuffs to my right wrist. I pull on it. I can't break free.

I can see Sam staring at me. Arms folded against his chest. He looks disappointed.

"Can you pull out what you stole please?" he asked.

I roll my eyes at him. Taking out the sandwich, water, and apple. I drop it on the table.

"There. You have your food back. Now can I go?" I said.

"No, you can't."

He placed a notepad on the table and pen. Folding his arms against his chest again.

"Write down your parents number." he continues.

"Why?" I asked.

"So, I can tell them what you've done. Figure out a punishment."

I hung my head low. On the verge of tears. I just sit there ignoring Sam.

"What's your name?"

I ignore him again. Sam places a chair down next to me. His brown eyes are on me.

They seem soft and nurturing. Like he is concerned for me. I don't dare look at him.

I'm too ashamed of what I have done. I should have never stolen. Now, I'm sick to my stomach.

Dignity shot out of the water. But, I was so hungry. That should count. If God cared enough. I would be like this.

"I can make this go away. If you talk to me." sighed Sam.

His voice isn't harsh anymore. It's kind and gentle. My eyes begin to water. Tears stream down my cheeks.

I wipe them away. Sam takes my hand staring at it. They are worn out and filthy.

His eyes are sadden. I remove my hand from his. Sam stands up.

"Are you homeless?" he asked.

I knod my head yes.

"Orphaned?"

"I wish I wasn't." I mumbled.

"I'm so sorry. Could you excuse me for a moment?"

Sam walks out the room. I start to cry. Oh my God no! He's going to call social services.

~Sam~

Poor girl. I need help with this girl. I call my wife and asked her to come here.

Maybe she can get this girl to talk. I go back into the room. I sit down next to her.

She flinched when I went to take the cuffs off. I slide the sandwich toward her.

"Go ahead. Eat." I said.

She ignores me looking away. I sigh to myself waiting. I keep my eyes on her.

There is so many questions I want to ask. What happened to her? Her parents?

She couldn't be no more than 16. She must have been through hell. The door opens.

In comes Jasmine. I stand up allowing her to sit. I get another chair sitting down.

"Hi." greets Jasmine to the girl.

The girl looks up at my wife. Apparently, she began to feel comfortable.

"My name is Jasmine Keller. Sam's wife. May I please get your name?"

"Are you the cops or social worker?" asks thr girl.

"No."

"How will I know you won't call them if I tell you?"

"You have my word. I won't tell."

The girl looks at me them back at my wife.

"My name is Natalie." said the girl.

"Nice to meet you, Natalie. Could you excuse me and my husband for just a moment?" replied Jasmine.

Natalie nods her head in a agreement. I follow my wife out the door. She begins to cry.

"We can't let her go back out on the streets. We just can't." wept Jasmine.
"I know."

"That poor girl. All alone in this world. Seeing her like that breaks my heart."

"Me too. I'm okay with her staying with us."

"Yes. We can fix up your old office. Turn it into a bedroom. I can go now and get a bed. So much to do."

I smile to myself as she rambled on. The only thing I'm worried about. Is if Natalie would stay?

"Take her to lunch. You know what I'll take her.You go get the bed and fix up the room." said Jasmine.

She walked past me going into the room. I get my keys and leave. Hopefully she can convince Natalie to stay.

I head off to the furniture store to get a full size bed. I waited for a few minutes for them to bring the bed.

Load it up in my truck and drive it back home. Jasmine texts me saying she locked up the store for me.

I'm moving things down into the basement. I bring up some of our old dressers and putting them in the room.

I think Natalie will like this room. I make the bed up. Placing pillows on it. I can't wait to see her face.

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