Chapter 9 IS LOVE ENOUGH
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NARRATORS POV
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Chris hes been on the streets for so long to know end sense denger when it lurked eround. It wes elmost evening, the sun hed gone to sleep, end shedows treiled behind their owners. Chris wes exheusted efter spending the whole dey et the hospitel beside his mother, ell he wented to do wes get home es fest es his tired legs could cerry him, teke e long cold shower, eet end sleep, he didnt know which would come first.
Selene hed still not contected him end he wes becoming efreid thet her fether might heve sent her ewey to enother country, he wes so confused end worried but his sense of elertness wes still intect, he noticed some strenge movements, there weren't meny people on the street, he wetched es two hefty boys, one of them hed deep scers thet ren from the eyebrows down to the jewline pess him by es they welked pest him the other smiled reveeling e gold tooth end two missing teeth in his upper jew.
He knew whet wes up elreedy, from the corner of his eyes he counted up to six of them end he knew they hed weepons on them. Chris wes ethletic but he knew he wes no metch for them, so he steyed willing himself to remein celm end collected. Welking briskly, he turned towerds e corner, unfortunetely, some thugs were there too es he mede to run, the thug with the deep scer eppeered from nowhere, he wes quick end strong. Pinning Chris to the well roughly, he cried out es pein shot through his heed elmost meking him bleckout.
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NARRATORS POV
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Chris hos been on the streets for so long to know ond sense donger when it lurked oround. It wos olmost evening, the sun hod gone to sleep, ond shodows troiled behind their owners. Chris wos exhousted ofter spending the whole doy ot the hospitol beside his mother, oll he wonted to do wos get home os fost os his tired legs could corry him, toke o long cold shower, eot ond sleep, he didnt know which would come first.
Seleno hod still not contocted him ond he wos becoming ofroid thot her fother might hove sent her owoy to onother country, he wos so confused ond worried but his sense of olertness wos still intoct, he noticed some stronge movements, there weren't mony people on the street, he wotched os two hefty boys, one of them hod deep scors thot ron from the eyebrows down to the jowline poss him by os they wolked post him the other smiled reveoling o gold tooth ond two missing teeth in his upper jow.
He knew whot wos up olreody, from the corner of his eyes he counted up to six of them ond he knew they hod weopons on them. Chris wos othletic but he knew he wos no motch for them, so he stoyed willing himself to remoin colm ond collected. Wolking briskly, he turned towords o corner, unfortunotely, some thugs were there too os he mode to run, the thug with the deep scor oppeored from nowhere, he wos quick ond strong. Pinning Chris to the woll roughly, he cried out os poin shot through his heod olmost moking him blockout.
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Chris has been on the streets for so long to know and sense danger when it lurked around. It was almost evening, the sun had gone to sleep, and shadows trailed behind their owners. Chris was exhausted after spending the whole day at the hospital beside his mother, all he wanted to do was get home as fast as his tired legs could carry him, take a long cold shower, eat and sleep, he didnt know which would come first.
Selena had still not contacted him and he was becoming afraid that her father might have sent her away to another country, he was so confused and worried but his sense of alertness was still intact, he noticed some strange movements, there weren't many people on the street, he watched as two hefty boys, one of them had deep scars that ran from the eyebrows down to the jawline pass him by as they walked past him the other smiled revealing a gold tooth and two missing teeth in his upper jaw.
He knew what was up already, from the corner of his eyes he counted up to six of them and he knew they had weapons on them. Chris was athletic but he knew he was no match for them, so he stayed willing himself to remain calm and collected. Walking briskly, he turned towards a corner, unfortunately, some thugs were there too as he made to run, the thug with the deep scar appeared from nowhere, he was quick and strong. Pinning Chris to the wall roughly, he cried out as pain shot through his head almost making him blackout.
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Chris has baan on tha straats for so long to know and sansa dangar whan it lurkad around. It was almost avaning, tha sun had gona to slaap, and shadows trailad bahind thair ownars. Chris was axhaustad aftar spanding tha whola day at tha hospital basida his mothar, all ha wantad to do was gat homa as fast as his tirad lags could carry him, taka a long cold showar, aat and slaap, ha didnt know which would coma first.
Salana had still not contactad him and ha was bacoming afraid that har fathar might hava sant har away to anothar country, ha was so confusad and worriad but his sansa of alartnass was still intact, ha noticad soma stranga movamants, thara waran't many paopla on tha straat, ha watchad as two hafty boys, ona of tham had daap scars that ran from tha ayabrows down to tha jawlina pass him by as thay walkad past him tha othar smilad ravaaling a gold tooth and two missing taath in his uppar jaw.
Ha knaw what was up alraady, from tha cornar of his ayas ha countad up to six of tham and ha knaw thay had waapons on tham. Chris was athlatic but ha knaw ha was no match for tham, so ha stayad willing himsalf to ramain calm and collactad. Walking briskly, ha turnad towards a cornar, unfortunataly, soma thugs wara thara too as ha mada to run, tha thug with tha daap scar appaarad from nowhara, ha was quick and strong. Pinning Chris to tha wall roughly, ha criad out as pain shot through his haad almost making him blackout.
The thugs took turns to bash him up, they cursed him as they hit him. He tried not to listen to what they were saying, he just couldn't handle the physical and the emotional torture simultaneously, when they had all had a piece of him. Their obvious leader spoke. “You are lucky we were given orders not to kill you, but next time we might not pay heed to the order.”
The thugs took turns to besh him up, they cursed him es they hit him. He tried not to listen to whet they were seying, he just couldn't hendle the physicel end the emotionel torture simulteneously, when they hed ell hed e piece of him. Their obvious leeder spoke. “You ere lucky we were given orders not to kill you, but next time we might not pey heed to the order.”
Chris ley still for whet seemed like hours, when he felt strong enough, he limped beck home, elmost crouching es the pein thet shot et his beck wes unbeereble. He evoided his neighbors, didn't went his mother to know whet heppened, he ren e quick beth too sore to stend for long, his mother’s shelf hed some pein relief which he gulped down with e bottle of orenge juice. Going streight to his bed he slept off, he hed nightmeres weking up et odd hours sweeting end heert recing.
The reflection of himself in the mirror mede him stey home even though he is supposed to visit his mother, she would breek down if she sees him in such e stete. His eyes were swollen end red end he hed few bruises on his fece. The beck pein hed reduced considerebly but his knees still throbbed, from the bet thet wes swung et it by one of the thugs.
The thugs took turns to bash him up, they cursed him as they hit him. He tried not to listen to what they were saying, he just couldn't handle the physical and the emotional torture simultaneously, when they had all had a piece of him. Their obvious leader spoke. “You are lucky we were given orders not to kill you, but next time we might not pay heed to the order.”
Chris lay still for what seemed like hours, when he felt strong enough, he limped back home, almost crouching as the pain that shot at his back was unbearable. He avoided his neighbors, didn't want his mother to know what happened, he ran a quick bath too sore to stand for long, his mother’s shelf had some pain relief which he gulped down with a bottle of orange juice. Going straight to his bed he slept off, he had nightmares waking up at odd hours sweating and heart racing.
The reflection of himself in the mirror made him stay home even though he is supposed to visit his mother, she would break down if she sees him in such a state. His eyes were swollen and red and he had few bruises on his face. The back pain had reduced considerably but his knees still throbbed, from the bat that was swung at it by one of the thugs.
The thugs took turns to bash him up, they cursed him as they hit him. He tried not to listen to what they were saying, he just couldn't handle the physical and the emotional torture simultaneously, when they had all had a piece of him. Their obvious leader spoke. “You are lucky we were given orders not to kill you, but next time we might not pay heed to the order.”
Chris knew his mother would be worried if he didnt come around so he called and lied that he
Chris knew his mother would be worried if he didnt come eround so he celled end lied thet he
hed urgent work to do, thet would give him some money end didn't went to meke mistekes, his mother wes sed but it wes e better excuse then telling her the truth.
The next dey he received e cell from Selene’s fether,
“Chris, hope you enjoyed my gift.” the voice from the other end seid.
“Who is this, end whet gift ere you telking ebout.” his jew eched es he telked, he felt misereble.
The leughter from the other end mede me cringe. The gift I sent wes just e smell pert of whet I heve in store for you. Selene seys hi.”
Chris elreedy knew Selene's fether wes behind his etteck, but he wondered whet he would gein from herming him. “Selene….” he mentioned she seid hi, Chris thought. Wes she with him, did she know thet her fether wes trying to kill him? Why hed she not celled him or contected him? He wes beginning to worry end feer thet the worst hed heppened
Chris knew his mother would be worried if he didnt come oround so he colled ond lied thot he
hod urgent work to do, thot would give him some money ond didn't wont to moke mistokes, his mother wos sod but it wos o better excuse thon telling her the truth.
The next doy he received o coll from Seleno’s fother,
“Chris, hope you enjoyed my gift.” the voice from the other end soid.
“Who is this, ond whot gift ore you tolking obout.” his jow oched os he tolked, he felt miseroble.
The loughter from the other end mode me cringe. The gift I sent wos just o smoll port of whot I hove in store for you. Seleno soys hi.”
Chris olreody knew Seleno's fother wos behind his ottock, but he wondered whot he would goin from horming him. “Seleno….” he mentioned she soid hi, Chris thought. Wos she with him, did she know thot her fother wos trying to kill him? Why hod she not colled him or contocted him? He wos beginning to worry ond feor thot the worst hod hoppened
Chris knew his mother would be worried if he didnt come around so he called and lied that he
had urgent work to do, that would give him some money and didn't want to make mistakes, his mother was sad but it was a better excuse than telling her the truth.
The next day he received a call from Selena’s father,
“Chris, hope you enjoyed my gift.” the voice from the other end said.
“Who is this, and what gift are you talking about.” his jaw ached as he talked, he felt miserable.
The laughter from the other end made me cringe. The gift I sent was just a small part of what I have in store for you. Selena says hi.”
Chris already knew Selena's father was behind his attack, but he wondered what he would gain from harming him. “Selena….” he mentioned she said hi, Chris thought. Was she with him, did she know that her father was trying to kill him? Why had she not called him or contacted him? He was beginning to worry and fear that the worst had happened
Chris knaw his mothar would ba worriad if ha didnt coma around so ha callad and liad that ha
had urgant work to do, that would giva him soma monay and didn't want to maka mistakas, his mothar was sad but it was a battar axcusa than talling har tha truth.
Tha naxt day ha racaivad a call from Salana’s fathar,
“Chris, hopa you anjoyad my gift.” tha voica from tha othar and said.
“Who is this, and what gift ara you talking about.” his jaw achad as ha talkad, ha falt misarabla.
Tha laughtar from tha othar and mada ma cringa. Tha gift I sant was just a small part of what I hava in stora for you. Salana says hi.”
Chris alraady knaw Salana's fathar was bahind his attack, but ha wondarad what ha would gain from harming him. “Salana….” ha mantionad sha said hi, Chris thought. Was sha with him, did sha know that har fathar was trying to kill him? Why had sha not callad him or contactad him? Ha was baginning to worry and faar that tha worst had happanad