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The Yellow Trio - Chapter 4

Blythe Smith

I couldn't believe it. I was getting arrested for someone else's fault. A stranger. I already had to do community service for a week. Well, at least it was for my own mistakes. I wasn't going to do another community service because of something I didn't even do. It didn't made any sense. Just when I thought I was going to have a good day with the children today, something just had to-- Wait, shit. The children. That was it. I am officially dead. That doesn't my foster parents from trying to stab my dead body anyways. Firstly, I got arrested, FOR NOTHING, and secondly, I left the children.

Who was this boy anyway? He was with a girl when I saw them at the gas station. But eventually, she got away. Poor boy abandoned by a friend who he probably trusted. Been there, done that. Either way, there was no chance I was allowing him get away with this. I wasn't going to let my foster parents think I was up into some shit again.

The other guy, Cade. I remembered him from last week, just like how it was right now. Except that he was handcuffed too this time. He seemed like the type that screams "the-son-every-parents-wish-to-have". But I guess not anymore though. His father was a police officer, and here he was. Sitting in his father's office with two strangers, whom one got him arrested for. Yes, I was being really salty. This guy who got us arrested was only getting himself into more trouble like I was. Not only did he have to deal with his parents or guardians, he was going to deal with ours too.

"Who are you?" I asked, shifting my butt a little on the seat so I could look at him. He was looking down on the floor. His hair was a tangle of locks that no amount of brushing can straighten. He smelled like maple syrup.

He ignored me. Forgetting that I was handcuffed, I intended to move my hands. I was going to snap my fingers in front of his face. I wobbled closer to him. He didn't even budge. I stomped my foot on the spot he was staring at the concrete floor. A ground shock crawled my leg. I cursed under my breath.

"His name is Elvan," Cade said. I moved away and leaned on the wall. So he knew this guy. Great, because look who was missing out. Uh, yes. You were missing out, Blythe. Remember when he tried befriending you and you didn't even bother? Yeah.

"And, you know him?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Yeah, he was here last week."

"You guys do notice that I'm still here right?" Elvan interrupted us. So, he could actually talk. Fantastic, here we go.

"Oh, so you could talk. Well, then look who's talking. You do realize that you got us arrested for absolutely nothing and our parents are going to kill us for it? I mean, not like they won't kill us if it was something we actually did. Unlike you, you probably don't even care that you got arrested because you're like that kid who does shit because his parents--"

"Stop." Cade cut me off.

"--don't give a shi-"

"Shut the hell up!" Cade raised his voice.

"Oh, so you're on his side?" I turned my head to him.

"Listen here, little punk. First of all, screw you. Second, I didn't call the cops on you. Someone else did it on all of us. Maybe if you wouldn't have stuck up your nose up in my business, you wouldn't even be here. You have no rights to say shit about me when you don't even realize that you're just that kid who does shit and blames it on other people. Therefore, stop being a little petty rat." He said.

Before I could reply him, the door opened wide, releaving Officer Sullivan. I moved further away from him and looked down on my lap. Everything was such a mess. We all lowered our heads, not saying a word.

"What's happening?" Officer Sullivan asked.

"Nothing." All of us looked up and replied in unison rapidly.

"And you. Your mom's here, but don't think I'll let this pass." He pointed to Cade.

Without saying a word, Cade walked towards his father to unlock the handcuffs. After that, he left without turning back at us. From the glass window of the room, there was a tall beautiful lady in a brown coat. Although I couldn't see her face as her back was facing me, she had a beautiful wavy hair that reached down her spine. Was his mother a model?

"Elvan Hunt? Your caregiver is here too." He said.

Elvan did the same as Cade, but he turned around and glared at me before leaving. I glared back at him. Who does this boy think he was? Wait, caregiver though? Did that mean he had no parents? This was a mess. Was that the reason he got so angry at me? Because I mentioned about his parents? I started to feel bad. I was sure as hell selfish.

I waited for Officer Sullivan to say something to me, but nothing came out. He turned around to close the door but I quickly stood up.

"Wait, what about me?" I asked.

"Oh, you?" He turned around and looked down at me.

I frowned. He hated my guts, and I knew it. For all the 3 times I was arrested, he was the one who arrested me. Except, today. This man didn't even know me, and he was acting like I smashed his damn car that he bought using his savings.

"You know you should consider making this place a second home." He said.

"Trust me, I would've considered buying this place if I was loaded with money. And by that, I meant robbing a bank. But then again, you wouldn't let me live and arrest me, would you?" I replied.

"May I ask, what do you know about robbing a bank. That's a whole different story. Now stay quiet in here, because we can't reach to your foster parents. If we still can't do it, we're going to put you in a cell until they come and get you the next morning."

"Wait, then can you at least unlock this if I'm going to have to wait?" I gestured to my hands.

"No." He stepped out and shut the door.

I kicked the door and groaned. I need to stop doing stupid shit. I plopped onto the chair. What was I going to the whole day?  What fun can I do without the use of my hands? I mean, I've stomped and kicked, but I've only hurt myself so far. The digital clock stated 5:58pm, but my mind said 'time to rot'.

The only way I let myself rot in here was staring at the digital clock, counting on the seconds. I heard the drizzling hitting the window. It rained most of the time here. Whenever it was rained, it came to my mind that I was not full of happiness, yet I was peaceful. My eyelids started to feel heavy, so I just shut them.

"Wake up." Someone said, snapping fingers in front of my face.

I shook my head and took in my surroundings. I was lying down on the floor and my arms were cramping. Oh, of course. The handcuffs. I actually had a good one hour of sleep, on the concrete floor.

"You know I might actually think you really want to make this as your second home."

"Very funny sir, but what time is it?"

"Time for you to  leave."

"Wow, I never thought that sentence could be such a pleasant thing to hear someday."

Officer Sullivan chuckled, while unlocking my handcuffs. He actually thought I was funny. Heck yeah, I was. As I walked towards the door, I realized I should say something to him. It couldn't be a thank you, could it?

"Uh, goodbye sir."

"Yeah, I hope the next time I see you, your hands are not attached together."

"Trust me, you won't even get to see me here anymore. But, don't miss me too much."

I shot a smile and turned around.

"Hold on,"

I turned back at him.

"Nevermind."

I rolled my eyes and left his office quickly. From afar, I could see Mrs. Johnson looking down with her arms crossed on her chest as she sat down on the bench. I slowly walked towards her. I felt bad for disappointing her. She probably had so much to deal with under one roof.

"Mrs. Johnson?"

"Blythe." She stood up and hugged me. Not knowing how to react, I just hugged her back. After we let go, I smile awkwardly at her. We left the station and headed home. The car ride wasn't totally awkward because I turned on the radio. When One Dance by Drake came on, I started dancing on my seat to it, forgetting that I was basically arrested today. It wasn't my fault! Then I realized, we were not going the way to home.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Somewhere else. We need to talk." She replied coldly.

"Okay, whatever," I shrugged, "Where are the kids though?"

"So, you thought about them."

"Oh, come on."

I accidentally raised my voice, causing her to grip the wheel harder. Gulps. We stopped by at music cafe a little bit further from home. The cafe was so classy with the classical music playing. There were pretty chandeliers hanging on the ceiling and different instruments displayed everywhere. A violin caught my eye. I wasn't really a fan of music, unless it was violin. The sounds from the violin puts my mind at peace. Mrs. Johnson and I sat across each other.

"So," She cleared her throat "I believe you have stuff to tell me."

"Not really. The person who got me arrested has to do the storytelling." I said.

"It seems like the person who got you arrested isn't here, is he?"

"If I see him, I'll make him do so."

"Who was it anyways?"

"You know what. I'll just tell you. I probably won't see him anymore."

"Go on."

"You see, this guy who got me arrested doesn't even know me. I don't know him either. Today, at the convenience store, I caught him and his friend trying to steal a drink. Of course, I didn't tell anybody. Long story, short. Someone mistook me as one of his people." I said.

"Is that it? That's stupid. They didn't even hear your side of story."

"That's the world for you." I sighed.

"Blythe,"

"Do you believe in yourself?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I actually think you are a good person deep inside."

"What are you saying? I'm a good person right outside too."

She burst out laughing. To be honest, I didn't know if I was a good person or not. It didn't bother me.

"Blythe, remember when the other night you told me and Ted about how you got back at someone for breaking your trust? What happened?"

"Nah, it's not a big deal actually when I think about it now. Everyone does stupid mistakes right?"

Yes, Blythe. Stupid mistakes like trusting the wrong people. What I told the pperson was actually a big deal. I never told anyone, except her. The thought of her annoyed me. The thought of her breaking my trust angered me so much. It was like I could actually feel my oxygenated blood in the arteries and deoxyenated blood in the veins boiling above 150 degrees celcius. It irked me so much that I had to make biological science references.

"If you say so, then that's good. At least, you're learning to forgive and forget."

Haha.

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The Yellow Trio - Chapter 3

ELVAN HUNT

I lied down on my bed. I didn’t know what crawled up my ass, but I was sure it was a tiny bit of Jordan. This jackass couldn’t have been a little more considerate about me before running off like that. He was no best bud of mine, and neither was I his. I honestly couldn’t give two shits about him, but it was true enough that this guy stook by me since we were 8.

10 years. Although we could’ve been so called best friends, we both knew we never actually really cared about each other. Whenever we had days where either one of us felt like shit, we would only write and exchange letters, but we never replied. By dint of how close we seemed, everyone thought we were brothers for life. That was why, people would always come to me and asked where Jordan went.

Me being Elvan Chistopher Hunt, I would lie. Using the same old rusty reasons, I don’t know.. He just left while I was asleep. Truth was, he’d always leave a note in my pants notifying that he was leaving if I was asleep. The first time he did that, I woke up and punched him in the face. Then of course, he’d punch me back. Hard. It left a scar on my left cheek. It wasn’t a big deal to us, we just laughed it off then he left.

If he was my best friend, this scar was something I could look at everyday in the mirror and cry whenever he goes. But he wasn’t.

I could say our lives were shit, maybe because we were orphans. But Jordan’s was a whole different story. He did stuff that me and the other orphans never really bothered to do. Not because we didn’t dare to. Jordan was wild. He would sneak in ciggaretes, alcohol and etc. Everyone in the orphanage knew, excluding the caregivers. To think of it, he was smart.

Despite how many times he has ran off, whenever he came back, I never asked why. Like I said, I didn’t care. If it wasn’t because I didn’t care, it was maybe because I knew why. The orphanage was okay. People fed us, took care of us and all. Yet, we never really got what each one of us wanted. Love. A sense of true belonging.

Or maybe, escape.

I lost my parents when I was 7. They died in an accident. Although back then I was still a kid, I knew it was entirely my fault.

It was raining heavily. I was in a car with them and I was arguing with my father. He was driving unsually fast. I was crying out loud. Fakely.

I wanted the nerf gun we saw back in Toys R Us. 7 years-old Elvan’s intention was to make his mother feel bad and take a u-turn back to the toy store. Knowing my father, he was a person who easily got mad. Especially when I cried.

“Elvan Hunt, you better shut your mouth.” My father raged.

I cried out louder. My mother who was holding my baby sister, Laura, tried to quiet me down. Due to my dad’s high tone, Laura started bursting into tears. It was a huge mess.

After that, I couldn’t remember what happened after. All I know was, we crashed into something, which led to the death of my parents. That was how Laura and I turned into orphans. We survived. After my parents’ funeral, my relatives never talked to us anymore. I never knew why.

It didn’t hurt my 7-years-old’s feelings. What hurt me was, Laura grew up alone. Without her parents. Only with me. With strangers. It felt so unfair. But she never what happened to our parents. She never asked, I never told. She didn’t need to know. What she needed was to be happy and safe.

So, I avoided her. It was like we were strangers that were the same blood. I didn’t talk to her. I didn’t ask her she was doing. I didn’t smile to her whenever I see her around. Heck, I didn’t smile at anyone at all. I didn’t do anything a good brother should do. I only watched her from afar. To make sure she was okay. To make sure she was smiling and laughing, not hurting and crying.

Like I was doing right now, sitting on the bench in the orphanage’s backyard. Times like this, I wanted Jordan around. I didn’t have anything to do. It only had been a day since he left and I already felt like I was rotting. 

As time flew by, Cade came across my mind. We met since Jordan disappearance which was a week ago. He seemed like a cool guy that talked too much. I remember he told me he was adopted after he told me that I was an orphan. Bet you 10 bucks, he felt bad right after it. Come on, he seemed l ike the type. Though he talked too much sometimes, I felt like he could come in handy whenever Jordan leaves. Except that, I didn’t know where I could find him. 

The police station?

A blow hit my cheek. I turned my head, only to see Ava. I didn’t know how to describe her, but she was undyingly beautiful. Her messy dark auburn hair was let down, it fell perfectly on her shoulders. Her long eyelashes almost covered her soulful green eyes. The sun reflected on her tan skin clearly. Although she never wore pretty dresses or heels, somehow, I always found myself mesmerized by her beauty. 

She was like God’s gift sent from heaven.

She snapped her fingers in front of my face. I blinked. The way I described Ava made it seem like she was a sweet-innocent fairy. She wasn’t anywhere near innnocent, but damn right, she was sweet. Hold up, it was a two-time thing.

Ava Wood ended up in the orphanage at the age of 14, which makes me know her for about 3 years already. I didn’t ask her how or why. I guess she would’ve told me if she wanted me to know.  

“Why are you always sitting here watching the children play?”

Because of Laura.

But I didn’t tell her. I just shrugged my shoulders and huffed.  

“I know a place we could go.” She mentioned enthusiastically.  

I scratched my head and asked, “Where?”

Not only do I sneak out with Jordan, but I do with her sometimes. Or, sometimes it would be the three of us.  

She grabbed my wrist and whispered, “Just follow me.”

“Eager, are we- wait, you found a new secret spot for us?” I pried into, walking closer beside her.

She walked faster and turned her head to me, “No, Elvan. It was only a two-time thing.”

I chuckled. I just followed her out of the orphanage. When we got further from the place, she slowed down her pace. I wanted to talk to her, but I didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t really anything to say to her.

“What are you thinking about?” She questioned me. 

I replied, “You,”

She smiled, raising an eyebrow.

I joked, “Naked.”

She frowned. 

“I’m just kidding, I’m actually not thinking about anything.“ 

She rolled her eyes, “Then, smile. So at least, I know you are not plotting on murdering anyone tonight.”

I chuckled, “Oh wait, I actually was.” I chuckled.

“What?” She stopped in her tracks and stood in front of me.

I stopped and looked down to her, “Yeah. I was thinking how I could get you in your sleep tonight. I was thinking if I should choke you first or just go ahead with the stabbi-”

She covered my mouth with her hand. I bit her palm, making her let go.

“You think I’m being serious, nuthead?" 

She ignored me as she continued walking. I giggled to myself. It was fun messing with her. I knew she knew I wasn’t being serious, right?

Ava walked too fast that I ended just following her from the back. We reached a diner­– The Gem Diner. The dinner looked newly built. The theme was like a mixture of lilac and white. There were not really many people. It was a good amount of people. The smell of food reached to my nostrils, making me weak on my knees.

"It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Ava asked, taking a seat opposite me.

Like you.

I shrugged my shoulders, crossing my arms, “It’s fine. Is this place new? I’ve never been here.”  

“Sort of because it was built 3 months ago. It’s my second time here, anyways. You don’t think we have freedom, do you?” She queried, leaning back on her seat.

I pursed my lips. We were orphans. We didn’t have the freedom to go anywhere we wanted as and when. We had to sneak out. Some of the caregivers knew we did it, as long as we didn’t get ourselves into trouble. We didn’t even have money with us. Speaking of money…

“Wait, what are we doing here?" 

"Fishing. What do you think?” She sarcastically remarked, 

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, “Haha. Okay, Ava.”

“We are going to have some lunch, Elvan. I saved some money, so I could go here. At least, with someone.” She murmured, looking down on her hands. 

Although she wasn’t looking at me, I smiled. I was grateful she brought me along when she could’ve brought someone else. I was dying to try out some great food outside the orphanage. It wasn’t that the orphanage had bad meals, they were good. We were fed perfectly fine. I just wanted to try other stuff.

I cleared my throat, “Well, yeah. Thanks. What are you getting?”

“I heard the pancakes are heaven here." 

I smirked, "And who did you hear it from?" 

"Roy and his friends. They came here the other day.”

I just nodded my head. A waitress came over and took our orders. It felt like we were thrown back into Audrey Hepburn’s days, minus the part where we born in the 90s. The waitresses were wearing the basic diner uniform dresses with rollerblades. It made me want to laugh for some unknown reason. 

While waiting for our food, Ava and I talked about Jordan. Ava and him didn’t easily get along but they were okay. They were civilized to each other whenever we hung out. Ava kept asking me why he ran off and I only half-lied to her. I told her I didn’t know and didn’t care. I let her continue talking as I started to look around, nodding at whatever she says. 

A group of 4 kids who looked about between the age of 7 to 9 were being really loud. I looked at Ava, wondering how she wasn’t bothered by this. Their table was only 2 tables away from us. I wanted to go to them and tell them to shut it but, there were no adults with them. I looked around to see any sign of their parents or guardians. 

A teenage girl came walking to their table. I doubt she was a worker here because she wasn’t wearing their uniform? She could be their babysitter though. She was wearing a cap, not allowing to catch her face. Just when I thought she would keep them down, she also started being noisy. 

Everyone were looking at them, but they couldn’t give two shits about it. I smiled at that thought. I was surprised no one called the manager out. 

Everyone else just became noisier too. I actually forgot Ava was done talking. Her palms were cupping her face, while she looked out of the window. The air was getting denser and denser that I had to excuse myself to the loo.

I had to pee the awkwardness of myself. So, I did. 

“Do I know you?” Someone voiced beside me.

I quickly zipped up my pants, accidentally almost killing myself.

I turned to my side, “Cade?”

“Elvan!” He grinned, putting up his hand.

I did a sign of zipping up, trying to send him a hint. His eyes opened up wide as he quickly zipped up his pants.

“Sorry,” He apologized.

“It’s alright.”

We both washed our hands silently. After we were done, we looked at each other.

He asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Fishing. What do you think?” I imitated Ava, chuckling to myself.

He looked at me weirdly, brushing it off, “This must be fate for us, yeah?”

I stayed silent.

He uttered, “Uh, I’ll catch up with you soon. I have to go now.”

Then, he left. I left too. Ava probably thought I was jerking off because I took awhile in the loo. When I went back to the table, the noise died down. The kids and the girl were no longer there. It was a relieve. Ava smiled at me and continued to silently eating her pancakes. The burger I ordered wasn’t warm anymore, making me lose my appetite. Since Ava was paying for our food, I wasn’t going to waste them.

Ava asked curiously, raising an eyebrow at me, “Were you doing it?”

I choked on my burger. I took a sip on my coke. I choked more. Ava came here to kill me, didn’t she?

“No!” I swallowed, “I bumped into a friend.”

Ava laughed, holding her stomach, “Gosh, Elvan." 

I didn’t answer her. My throat was crying. We just continued eating away. After we ate, we took a walk down the street. Ava said that she wanted to go to the convenience store to get a drink. We both knew we didn’t had anymore money with us. So, we tried to steal a drink. Ava, Jordan and I were so used to this. It seemed like as if everything was free for us.

I decided to be the lookout. There wasn’t anyone except us and the cashier lad. Ava took her own sweet time picking out a drink. I heard footsteps behind us. I didn’t think Ava heard it because she didn’t turn around. I chose not to turn around too, to not look suspicious. But, I could bet your ass that we looked like we were going to mug the whole store. 

Someone cleared their throat. Ava turned out swiftly, and smiled to the person. I looked at her from the side of my eyes.

"You can bet your ass that you guys look like you guys are going to mug the whole store.” The person spoke. 

Ava quickly sprinted to the person, dropping her bottles. Way to go, Ava. I turned around to see who it was. She looked familiar. Her cap looked familiar. 

She was the inconsiderate noisy girl at the diner just now. I looked into her captivating grey eyes… It was so familiar. 

Ava’s arm was around her neck and the other hand was covering the girl’s mouth. She was only muffling shit.

“Don’t call the cops, we’ll go.” I surrended, putting the bottles on the floor slowly. 

“What the f- no! Bring those along, Elv-”

Someone cut off Ava, “Elvan?- Wow,  what in the name of cheesecakes is happening?!”

I dropped all the bottles, immediately doing the same as what Ava did to the girl, to him. Forgive me, Cade. 

Before I could even say anything else, a group of cop came in. We were dead. Ava and I let go of them. I grabbed Ava’s hand trying to make an escape, but the store was too small. Ava let go of my grasp and ran off. For a split second, I could feel my empty heart shattering.

The cops caught me and Cade. They shoved us into the police car. I stayed silent. It was my first time getting arrested, and I was completely dead meat. The girl probably managed to escape too. 

Cade shot a glare at me, “Thanks, a lot, Elvan.”

I rolled my eyes. 

“You can’t arrest me! I have kids with me!” The girl’s shouting was booming, I could hear it even with the windows shut.

Kids? Oh god, the kids. They were still with her. I felt bad for them, and her. Maybe. She was just an eye witness and she was being arrested. The cop replied, which I couldn’t here. He opened the door and shoved her in beside me. The kids were standing hand in hand, looking terrified.

They started shouting, “Blythe! Don’t leave us, Blythe!”

The girl’s name was Blythe. I looked at her, who was looking sorrowful. She must have felt really terrible, having to leave the kids. Before we even know it, we were driven away.

She whisper-shouted, “Not again." 

For all I knew, this night was going to be poured with disappointments. It seemed like I couldn’t keep anyone by my side. My parents. My sister. Jordan. Ava. I had no idea who was which one; disappointing and disappointed.

I was both.

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The Yellow Trio - Chapter 2

CADE SULLIVAN

I munched on my salmon burger. God, this was good. Macdonald’s is doing it right. I was sitting in my dad’s office waiting for him to finish his shift soon. My mind brought me back to the girl I saw earlier.

Who was she? I was pretty sure that this wasn’t her first time here. She almost seemed like a regular ‘customer’ here. 19 years of living in this neighbourhood, I never saw her until 3 months ago. Around December last year, she got arrested.

It was winter. I was oh-so engrossed in reading the article about a brutal gang fight at the gas station that happened a week ago. I was sitting comfortably on my dad’s computer chair with my legs crossed on his desk. Like a boss.

Until a group of 4 people caught my attention through the glass window. The other 3, who were 2 boys and two girls, were keeping quiet and their heads low. Except for one. The other girl was moving too much as my dad tried to hold her still. She was shouting things to my dad, that I couldn’t catch clearly.

It took almost 5 minutes to get her settle down quietly. The way they were sitting, it was parallel to me. It allowed me to see them better this time. All of them put their heads down.

I took in their appearance. They looked worn out and messy. A bit of colourful powders and snow were stuck in their hair. I thought I looked at them longer than I needed to because their heads raised up, then looked at me.  

Not wanting to be more creepier than I was already becoming, I got up from the computer chair and walked towards the glass window. At the same time, I kept my eyes locked with the grey eyes that belonged to the girl who couldn’t shut up minutes ago.

She looked like she was ready to put down any living creature that came near her if she wasn’t handcuffed. I shot a soft smile and shut the curtain blinds.

That was awkward.

And so was our encounter just now. I found her sleeping in my dad’s office with hands cuffed. Now that just sounded wrong, didn’t it?

Well, moving on. I accidentally dropped my phone causing an interruption to her sleep. Me being me, making things worse than it already is. I tried to introduce myself, but she only got more annoyed. The second time I saw her, she was leaving the station with whom I think were her parents.

Although it was dark, I knew she saw me because her head turned towards my direction. So, I waved. She waved back, which was more like waving me off. Who am I kidding? She just got arrested and her parents were the ones bailing her out. I obviously wasn’t expecting her to happily wave back at me.

Maybe her acknowledging me was enough.

“What are you thinking about?” Dad broke me off my thoughts.

I took a sip of my sprite and cleared my throat. I coughed out loud and hard. F- I shouldn’t have done that. Now it feels like Satan’s shoving his dingling down my throat. Yikes.

“Uh, I was thinking about..” I hesitated.

If I told him I was thinking about the girl earlier, he’d probably think I had a mini crush on her. Nah, dad. She’s no Elizabeth Olsen.

“About?” He questioned, crossing his arms across his chest.

I babbled, “The girl, earlier.”

“Hm?”

“Look, before you get any idea. I was just thinking how old she was. What she did this time. Why she was like a regular customer here.” I explained.

“Ah, I see,” He answered, “That kid’s Blythe Smith. 17. She got arrested for vandalising this time. You think of befriending her?”

The way he spoke, it seemed like he would have a problem with that.

“Why? Would you have a problem with that?” I asked, sitting up straight.

“No. Not that. That kid just seemed like the type who would influence anybody to join in the troublemaking.”

Really, dad? Judging a person by their criminal records? Fantastic. You see, my dad was a nice person if you actually got to know him really well. But he judged a person too quick. That’s what I never liked about him. It annoyed me.

“I’m 19. She’s 17. That’s a 2-years gap, dad. There’s no way she can get me into any shit with her.” I reassured him.

He just shrugged and took a sip from his milk tea. A question came into my mind. How was I going to befriend her? When would I ever see her again? I was hoping the next time I see her, it wouldn’t be here. Worst case scenario, hands cuffed again.

I went outside the station to get some fresh air. I liked living in this neighbourhood. It wasn’t too loud nor was it too quiet. You probably thought I should be a freshman in college by now. Well, yeah though.

I just decided to take a break for a year beca-

Knock!

Something small and hard just hit the back of my head. A stone, duh. I rubbed the spot on my head. I turned around to see who it was. A messy brown haired boy who looked about my age jogged towards me.

“Shit! I’m sorry! I wasn’t thi- Oh I thought you were a cop.”

I shrugged, still rubbing my head, “Yeah, it’s alright.”

So this pussy is afraid of cops or what?

I commented sarcastically, “That was a good shot though. Play football?”

He replied, “Uh, not really. I mean, not professionally. Of course. I just do it for fun. Like y'know-”

Oh. Shut it. Now he was acting like I was with Blythe.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Okay.”

What?

“What are you doing here anyways?”  

He chuckled, “Shopping.”

“Funny.” I remarked, rolling my eyes.

“A friend went missing, so me and my caregivers did a report.” He replied calmly like it wasn’t a big deal.

Oh.

“And you don’t look worried at all?”

Now that I looked at his face, I noticed a scar on his left cheek. Wild.

“Should I even be worried? Dude probably didn’t want to be found. It’s not the first time anyways. Now he’s making things difficult for me. The caregivers brought me along because they thought we were best buds for life.” He expressed.

I just nodded my head. If I was him, I’d probably be pissed too. Your boy’s missing? Don’t bring me along. I ain’t a damn GPS. Speaking of caregivers, what? Was he in the orphanage? I looked at him, confused. He looked back at me.

“Caregivers?”

“Yeah, I’m an orphan.”

Oh.

“Oh,” I voiced, “I’m adopted.”

Like that would make the situation any better, Cade.

“Good for you, I guess?” He replied, which sounded more like a question.

His expression changed. I decided to change the topic. It was getting more awkward and awkward. I can’t believe I was such an awkward person living an awkward life.

“I’m Cade, by the way.”

“Elvan.”

I just nodded my head. Not knowing what else to say. So we just stood there, enjoying the wind.

He broke the silence, “My turn. What are you doing here?”

“My dad works here. So, I’m waiting for him to finish his shift and then we’re heading home.” I responded.

“Your dad’s a cop?”

So, what?

“Yeah.”

“That’s cool.”

“You think so?”

“I don’t even know actually.”

Before I could even say anything, my dad called out my name. I turned around and gave a thumbs up. I turned back to Elvan and patted his shoulder.  

“I’m going to go now. See you around, and I hope your caregivers will stop bothering you soon.” I snickered.

He just smiled and nodded his head, walking away as I did too. Once I reached to my dad, he asked who was the boy I was talking to.

“Just a kid around here.”

I didn’t feel like talking much. Dad probably got the hint and dropped the conversation. We silently walked to the car, ready to head home. However, my mind brought me back to Elvan. When he told me that he was an orphan.

Although he seemed like the type to not give a shit about anything or anyone, I felt bad for the guy. When I told him I was adopted after he told me that he was an orphan, I felt stupid.

I thought what I said would make him feel better. Better in a way that I thought stating the fact that my adopted parents weren’t real parents, could show him that I understood where he was coming from . I thought wrong.

Unlike me, people cared and loved me enough to take me along with them. But, he didn’t really had anyone. Anyone to love and care for him like their own.

Maybe he felt like he didn’t belong anywhere. Maybe he felt like he was just dumped away. Maybe he felt unwanted. Maybe he wanted to escape like the missing boy he mentioned earlier.

To get lost, but never be found.

Disclaimer: I’ve not re-edit or proof read this chapter yet. So if there’s any mistake, bear with me.