What Happened On That Rainy Afternoon

Chapter 1

I was woken up by the sound of raindrops hitting the pavement I was sitting on, a shallow puddle forming. It took a moment for me to focus on my surroundings. I was sitting on the side of a street under a tree. It was a busy afternoon and the rain made it even worse. It hadn't rained this hard for months, people's already pissed off mood even more pissed off because nobody knew how to drive in this weather. I dozed off a bit then a car turned the corner and muddy water splashed onto my face. I have to find a new spot. I stood up and wiped my face with my thin, wet blanket I've had for years. When my mom gave it to me it was white, now it's brown from all the dirt building up on it through the years.

I looked around searching for some shelter or anything to keep me from getting wet. Across the street there was an office building and by the front door there was a dome like entrance that was sheltered and dry. I crossed the street and sat under the entrance and closed my eyes. I'm going to get kicked out sooner or later, might as well get rest before that time comes.

I woke up, again, as I expected. Someone was shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see a woman. She had chestnut colored hair and honey colored eyes which held a look of worry.

"Sir? Excuse me sir I'm going to have to ask you to move. We've gotten several complaints." She said. 

I didn't get up and I don't know why. My legs couldn't move, they froze for a while. She said again, "Sir, please move. We've gotten several comp-" She was cut off when a short man in a suit and had a cigarette hanging from his mouth came up to us.

"Oh, boss! I was asking this man to leav-" She started.

"Petra. What is he doing for us to ask him to leave?" This man asked. Then he stared at me rather attentively. He stared at my eyes for a moment then his eyes moved over to my wrists and they stayed there. I looked down to realize I was shivering and not wearing a jacket, my arms were exposed, revealing the scars all over them. I quickly grabbed my wet blanket to cover myself then the man looked into my eyes, he had an expression on his face that I've never seen before, but it disappeared in an instant. 

"We've gotten several complaints about him. I've been ordered by Mr. Arlert to ask him to leave." Petra responded.

"Leave him to me. I'll take care of him." The man said, his stare never leaving me. Take care of me? No one has ever cared for me... What does he mean by take care of me?

"But Mr. Ackerman, Arlert told me to-"

"Who's in charge? Armin or me?" Mr. Ackerman asked, finally looking at Petra. He looked very annoyed.

"You, Mr. Ackerman."

"Exactly. So go back to doing your job." He looked at his watch then back at Petra, "It's 4:00 so I'm going home, I'll take care of him."

"A-alright, goodbye." Petra said then she scurried across the entrance and went back into the building. 

Mr. Ackerman took one long blow of his cigarette then dropped it on the ground and stepped on it. Then he looked at me and extended his hand in front of him. What is he doing...?

"Well are you going to get up or not?" he asked, hand still outstretched in front of him. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up. He was very short, about four inches shorter than me but he looked incredibly strong. "Can you walk?" He asked. I took a few steps then nodded.

"Okay, follow me."

I followed him and we walked several blocks until we went into a parking garage. We approached his car and I didn't have to know what brand it was to know that it was expensive. It was matte black and gorgeous. I looked through the window and the interior was all black leather and spotless. It looked brand new.