Inside My Head- Short Stories.

FiveHundred.- Part 2

Fantastic, now I have to take care of this sort of... kid?

He looks no less than 20 but not much more than 17. Short black hair and puppy eyes, filled with tears. Haven't I seen him somewhere...?

It's almost moving to see such a cute little face with so much fear. So I guess it must have taken the best part of me, because I just couldn't resist comforting him.

I pat his hair while I put my hood on, to not scare him more with my looks. I'm not very friendly looking and my piercing eyes seem to be only made for scaring people off.

-"Cheer up, boy, you'll get over this."- I say, trying to sound comforting, which is not my forte. -" ..Can't say I didn't warn you."- I add, afterall it really is his fault for following me.

He sniffles and falls to his knees, his expression still looking as broken as ever. Now he starts to bother me a bit, I warned him twice, this really shouldn't have happened. If only he hadn't been so curious he'd be fine just about now.

I seem to finally recognize him, he's the boy I gave a bit of bread in the morning. The one who looked like he was asking for help, a homeless kid.
Took me long enough to recognize that pitiful face with torn clothes. I suppose he must've thought I was a nice woman since helped him even if it was just a bit.

Oh well... being in need of an assistant at home is bothersome, and it's not like this kid has somewhere to go back, does he?

-"Hey, Puppy eyes, what's your name?"- He slowly raises his face to look at me. While sniffling he tries to speak but finds it hard.

When he finally finds the strength to do so, he does it with a rough voice, as if he was sick:

-"I have no name,"- He stops and tries to swallow a hit to clear his throat, resulting in a slightly clearer voice -" Miss, what is your name?"

I smile at his answer. It's very strange to see someone who just witnessed you killing someone ask for your name with genuine curiosity.

Of course I should be careful, but I might as well just take the kid into my house and make him into my cute little errands boy.

-"Say, would you come with me somewhere? I might just tell you my name and who knows, even help you out maybe?"- I say with a smirk on my face while I offer him my hand.

He takes my hand and stands up, hugging me.

That was... unexpected, to say the least.