Saving Him

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Boys ran and chased after each other. Jeez all of these guys were at least 15 and they're chasing each other around like 7 year olds.

I went back to mopping the floor when Mikey the idiot appeared in front of me.

"Hey Grace. These floors you cleaned look real nice." He told me and I rolled my eyes at him. This boy Mikey is a year older then me and is a total jerk.

"It would be such a shame if they were ruined." He smirked and stomped on the floor several times, causing the dirt and dried mud from his shoes to fall off in crumbs all over the wet floor.

I starred at him in horror and blind rage.

"Oops, looks like ya'll be here for a while." He said and walked off, making sure mud trailed behind him.

Sighing I dipped the mop in the bucket once again and started re-cleaning the floor again.

All these boys caused so much trouble. There is about 200 of them here.

This place my father owns is for 15-20 boys who are homeless. We fead them, teach them. We buy their clothes and shoes. We give them everything. Now you must be wondering how can you fit 200 boys in a house. Well you can't. This building used to be a old small hotel in the 30's. My dad's great grandfather owned it. It's been passed down but it hasn't been actually used since the 30's. But about 5 years ago my dad fixed it up so it could hold people again.

But now it's not a hotel. Now, all the boys are living on the first and second floor. And since this was a hotel two beds could fit in each room, or more. So really in the first floor is used and half of the second one. My father lives I the second floor. The boys on the second floor are the boys who have depression, anger issues, anxiety, bipolar, MPD, things like that. Then there's me all alone on the third floor. I'm the only one there because my dad doesn't like the idea of 200 boys living with me.

I was almost done, I cleaned the of the lobby when the main door opened and my dad walked in griped a boy's arm, a boy I've never seen before. This boy had dark brown "flippy hair", dark blue eyes, freckles and is really pale. His face had dry tear streaks down his cheeks, but his eyes were cold hard.

I stood up quickly.

"Dad." I said in surprise.

"Come with me." He told me and brought the boy to his office, me following. He sat the boy down on his office couch. My dad out a couch in here instead of chairs to make the new boys feel more at home. But really only half of the boys here even know what "home" feels like.

"This is Jaxon Hatimish." My father said, talking to me but looking at Jaxon.

"Jax," the boy said his voice hard. "Just Jax."

My dad nodded. "Okay, Jax."

My dad looked out the door that lead to a small kitchen.

"Mari, can you come here?" My dad called through the door.

Mari, is one of the housekeepers here. She is defiantly my favorite, and most of the boy's favorite. She was around 58 years old, with growing wrinkles, faded brown hair that was alway pulled back into a bun, and warm brown eyes that gave off the motherly feeling.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Can you take Jax here to get some food?" He asked. Jax starred straight ahead, not even looking at me. I don't think he even knows I'm here.

"Of course. Come here Jax." She motioned for him to follow her. He stiffly stood up and followed her out the door.

"So what's up with him?" I asked my dad.

"A lot." He answered, rubbed his temples with his finger tips.

"What's a lot?" I pushed, somewhat eager to know about Jax.

"Well, we found him in his abounded house in the same room with the decaying corpses of his parents who had been dead for about 3 months." My dad said, shuddering a little. My eyes widened in shock. I've heard scary/creepy story's of the boys who came here, but nothing as bad as living in a house with your parents corpses decaying in front of you.

"What happened?" I asked.

"We don't know the whole thing, but to sum it up. His dad always abused him and his mother. One night his dad was so mad he killed his wife. This pushed Jax over the edge, he went into blind rage and beat his dad to death with a baseball bat. He felt extremely bad afterwards and fell apart in tears. He's only left the room that his parents bodies were for food, water and the washroom."

"Oh my god. He felt so bad he didn't even know that he was in the same room with his decaying parents?" I asked. My dad shook his head.

"That's not all. He had serious mental problems." He told me.

"What kinds?" I asked.

"He he had depression, social anxiety, anger issues and he's bipolar." My dad listed. I couldn't wrap my head around this.

"Wait...since he killed his dad shouldn't he be in jail or whatever the jail is called for kids?" I asked him.

"Well it was either that or here. He obviously picked here. The police will be coming once a month to check on him." He explained.

"Wow, this guy is a total train wreck. I'm guessing he's a second floor kind of guy?" I assumed.

"Uh no." He said.

"C'mon dad. Your seriously not gonna put him in the first floor?" I said.

My dad shock his head. I eyed him with confusion.

"Then where is he staying? The basement?" I asked.

"He's going to be staying on the third floor." My dad told me as my eyes widened. I jumped out of my chair and it fell to the floor.

"You can't put a killer with a bunch of metal disorders on the same floor as me!" I almost yelled.

"Hun, your always so good with these boys. You always help them. Plus this boy can't be with other boys to much. His anger issues are worse then worse. He could kill one of them. I don't think I can help him. But I think you can." He said, I starred at him in horror.

"He could kill me!" I protested.

"He only has the problem with boys. Not girls. I trust him." He said.

"You can't trust him! You don't even know him." I said.

"Well, you can't judge him. You don't even know him." He said.

"Listen," he started. "His room will across the hall forms yours. Weather you like it or not, will not matter. Understood?"

"Fine." I sighed.

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A/N:

So I think this will be my favorite book I've written so far.

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