LOST

Chapter 8

Kyle's POV

12 years ago

Living around the rich neighborhood always gave me some relief and hope; I wished to be one of them. Their beautiful mansions and cars made me want to be something more than my father.

As I walked towards an unknown location, I felt myself weaken step after step. Perhaps, taking food that morning would have been a great idea.

I dug my left hand into one pocket and the right into the other, desperately in search for cash but I found none. After a few more miles of staggering, everything before my eyes turned blurry. I moved my palms to shield my eyes. Pain dashed through my body as I hit the ground.

Hello, hey are you okay?" I heard a thin voice say.

SMACK!

"Ouch!" I screamed as I rubbed my burning cheek.

I met a pair of brown eyes the moment I opened my eyes. I scrammed from the person, slightly afraid.

"Oh, you are awake. What happened and why were you lying on the floor like that? Are you sick?" I raised my head to view the source of my pain. Sadly, it was just a girl.

"What is wrong with you?! Why did you slap me like that?" The girl just shrugged and stood up, staring down at me.

"Why not? It looked like you were dead so I slapped you for confirmation. Pssh, Jude never complains like this when I do that to him."

"Who's Jude?" I questioned, regretting it as soon as the words came out of my mouth.

"My bodyguard," she answered, folding her arms to her chest.

'She has a bodyguard? Wow! she must be one of those rich kids. She is so pretty I bet they treat her like a princess. Stupid rich kid, how dare she think I was dead?' I thought.

Unable to stop staring at her, a loud grumble echoed. I was sure my cheeks flushed pink due to embarrassment.

As if I wasn't humiliated enough,

"Here." She threw an apple towards my direction. I tried to catch it like I saw in the movies but it slipped right through my fingertips before getting a firm grip.

"It seems like you are hungry so you can have it. It would be a shame for you to die. What is your name?"

"Kyle," I replied, still looking at the apple. I was ashamed to look at her.

"Okay Kyle, nice meeting you." With that, she turned walking away.

"Wait!" she stopped and turned to face me.

"Won't you tell me yours?" I asked, hoping she would tell me.

"My name is... "

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PRESENT DAY

"Sir, you have to sign these." Mr Arthur handed over some documents in his hands. I looked through them but didn't know what they were: they weren't written in English. I stared at him with curiosity, before I asked.

"What are these?" I placed the documents down. I wasn't going to sign them. I trusted no one, not even the man standing before me.

"It is the contract from the Italians. Mr. Ignaz said the contract was in their language because the owner wanted it that way. That's how they do business."

What kind of stupid demand was that? If they thought I got to where I am by being an idiot, they had another thing coming.

I could hear my own breathing echoing through the room. I raised my head slowly, tilting it in the process. My blue eyes darkened in a flash as they moved from the pile of papers to Mr Arthur. He winced, his lower lip trembled as if cold air passed over him.

He opened his mouth, mumbling sounds.

I took a lighter from my pocket and lit it on the papers. The flames, as they burned, reflected the anger within me.

The look on frightened Mr. Arthur's face caused me to smirk.

I loved it when people were scared. It gave me satisfaction.

"Okay then, tell them that's not how I do my business. I sign papers I understand. If they think I am gullible, they better prepare because I am coming for them. Oh and add this: when I deal with a problem, I don't stop until the nuisance is gone."

Mr. Arthur knew what I was talking about and I was sure he feared for the Italians. He knew his master was not one to trifle with. All those that looked down on me ended up begging for my mercy.

I am smart, unpredictable, ruthless and cunning; All these qualities made me the arrogant young man I was.

I was going to make sure they would never dared look at me like as their equal. I was going to make them lose everything they had without even lifting a finger.

The thought made me smile, if only they knew what was coming to them.

"Why are you still here, don't you have work to do? " I hated it when Mr. Arthur tried to access me. I watched as he cleared his throat and straightened his tie to make him look less intimidated.

"I just wanted to ask about Miss Nina. How is she doing ? You didn't say anything when you got back." I confided in Mr. Arthur on matters about Nina not because I trusted him, but because he was my informer and I needed his loyalty on the matter.

"She is not doing well, the last time she had a nightmare and it was about me. Shocking isn't it? I think the death of that boy really affected her. I need to start our sessions as soon as possible," I told him, not going into details.

My attention shifted to my cellphone when the screen brightened and the ringtone played.

"Excuse me sir," I heard Mr Arthur say and then not long after the door closed.

"Hello Nina, this is a surprise. To what do I owe this pleasure?" I answered the call, but was replied with silence.

"Hello?" Silence again. Immediately, I was alarmed. I knew something was wrong.

"Nina what is it? Tell me what happened. Are you okay?"

"I didn't do it.." I realized what she was talking about, as the last word left her lips. I understood but that sentence didn't surprise me as much as the next one.

"I need you Kyle." At that moment, nothing mattered but her. I wanted so badly to be close to her, so I could hold her and protect her from everything.

Especially herself.

Edited by @StalkersAdmirer and @invisiblejay18.

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