Chapter 4

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Kaeden pov

"Sir... The files are here."

"Okay! You can leave...."

"Yes, sir.."

Silence fell on me, only the sound of clock ticking it's second hand could be heard.

Deep in thought, remembering those days when I was in high school and met him one fine day in autumn. It was not a pleasant meeting though.

6 years ago........

"Kaeden!!! Are you listening to me?" Mom shouted enough to make my ear bleed.

"What!!!" I was in the middle of a game.

"YOU ARE LATE FOR YOUR CLASS!! YOU DAMM GOOD FOR NOTHING BASTARD!!"

"WAITTT!!! MOOOMMMMMM!!!"

*THUDDDDD

My mom fliiped me up and slammed me on the floor.

Its..... K. O

"Now get up and prepared for school.."

Mom left slamming the door shut.

I groan in pain. My back hurt like hell.

I hella hate living with a devil mom.

At last I left for school. It was autumn....

The dry leaves scattered everywhere and cold wind blew making me chill down the spine.

Aughhh!! I must have worn a sweater.

*thudd *banggg

"AREN'T YOU GONNA SAY IT!!!"

What's happening there?

My feet brought me towards the source of the sound and it was a dark alley. Seems like no one goes in there.

I quietly move towards them. I could hear beating sound and yelling.

"Pleas...eeee.... I don't know a thing. Hugghhhh!!"

A girl?

I ran towards them and saw three boys towering up on someone. The person was lying on the dirty ground, its body trembling.

"Oi! What are you guys doing?"

They looked back and ran away scared after seeing me.

The person sat up. Hair ash white covering the eyes, small frame, wounded face, small lips tear up, pants?

A boy?

"Are you alright?" He looked up his round  red eyes redder with tears. He whipped it with his injured hand.

Pretty........

What am I thinking?

Is he a middle school kid or elementary?
His uniform looks familiar.

He stood up still crying rubbing his eyes and wiping his face.

"Can you walk? Are you alright?"

I walked towards him reaching out my hand. His sobbing voice sounds like a little girl. Is he really a boy?

He suddenly pushed me aside and ran away crying.

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