She picked it up.
"Hello? is this you!?" We both asked in unison
"Kyouri!" I said
"Is this you? The guy last night!?"
I smiled
"Yes! It's me!" I replied
I could hear her chuckle at the other side
"Sorry, i couldn't ask for your name." She said
"Daniel, my name's Daniel"
"Are you alright? You looked terrible last night" she somehow sounds worried
"I'm fine. It was nothing."
I could hear her sigh
"Good, that's great. I'm sorry about last night also..."
"It's not your fault" i smiled, she clearly had nothing to do with last night but she sounds so guilty about it!
And so we continued to go on and talked for what seemed like hours.
Seon went on her way to work, while still slowly munching on my breakfast
"I gotta go, Dan. I've still got things to do" she said
"'kay, take care." He hanged up.
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My name is Daniel Fischer, of the Fischer bloodline. Like, my great-great grandmom was Carrie Fisher...? Yeah i'm a Fischer.
I'm just an average guy living in the house of my... foster parent.
Seon.
When i tried to ask her full name once, she just replied with the word "Godwill" and that was it.
She seemed pretty pissed about it too when i mentioned that.
I was seven when i was left by my real family, my dad was... nothing you can call a dad.
He was a drunkard. Everynight when i went home from school, i would see him beat up my mom at the front of our house, she was screaming, yelling for help.
But no one came to come help her.
The next few months though, my dad started to change. Little by little he became more closer to me.
He brought me to school everyday, fetched me from school everyday.
Made me lunch, we started to play baseball after some time.
He would kiss me and my mom in the cheeks whenever he sees us after his new-found work.
I don't know what kind of divine intervention hit him, but at that time i could finally call my father a "Dad".
But one day, our house was suddenly raided by the police, said that there was a member of one of the top drug dealers, selling cocaine, morphine and so on.
They then rushed to my dad's room, then i heard yelling. Then finally-
- a gunshot.
I went in to peek and my dad was dead, on the spot.
The police then rushed out of house, leaving his dead body behind.
I didn't know what to do on that day, all i did was just lie beside my dad and hugged him as he sleeped, not moving an inch.
Days later, after my dad was burried, my mom stopped working.
I also stopped going to school.
She was just lying on the bed, with a couple of beer bottles on the floor scattered everywhere.
She had been drinking since the day my dad died.
Maybe it was to cope up with the loss.
Maybe it was a way to forget what happened.
Maybe she had lost all hope on life.
The next day, i was yelled at... Slapped...
Kicked...
because she said i didn't buy her anything to eat.
And when she asked me if i could get some more beer, i declined because i didn't have any money.
After that, she pulled me out of the house and kicked me to the ground, yelling at me of how useless i am.
I cried, and hid my head under my arms. Protecting myself from her.
I didnt' know what i did wrong. I was confused.
And i just lied there, beaten half to death.
Then i heard a voice of another woman. My mother stopped to look
"Hey! What're you think you're doing!?"
The woman's voice was frim. Strong. It had no sense for fear.
"And who's this b*tch in a pretty little dress?" My mother said
"You better watch that mouth, you old woman" she said
I looked up to see who was speaking.
It was a beautiful lady in a suit.
Her plump red lips, and her pointy heels, and her jetblack hair was very astonishing.
It felt like i was seeing an angel that has ascended from above.
My mom walked towards her and pointed her finger at her face
"You listen here you goodie-ass son of a b*tch, this is my child and you have no right to-"
My mother pauses at her words
"You have no right to hurt him" she grabbed my mother's arm and she was on her knees, shouting in pain
"What are you-" i stood up
"It's okay boy. I'm not hurting her."
She lets go of her arm
My mother gritted her teeth in anger
"Why, you...!" She pulled out her gun from her pocket and pointed it at her
"No! Stop!" A loud bang had echoed throughout the street
My mother had pulled the trigger...
...and was in shock
The pretty lady had caught the bullet right infront of her
"Woah" i looked at her
My mother dropped her gun. And raised her hands, she had given up in fear.
"Attempt of murder, child abuse.
You will be punished for this" she said, squishing the bullet like a marshmallow with her fingers
My mother then crawled back into the house like a monster in despair, closing the door and locked it from the inside.
The pretty lady then walked towards me and offered a hand.
"Kid, come with me. You don't deserve to be treated like this" she said
I stared at her
"Where to?" I asked
She looked at me in the eye and smiled
"A good home"