115. You've earned it

OLIVER

I was sent with a mission; to poison the Hoffman's down to their little girl. The old man was heartless but what did I care, it was a chance to be accepted and not to be thrown out to the streets once more.

But that night, I picked up all my stuff and chose to run away for their own safety.

I'd go to a river somewhere and drown because returning to the orphanage would only put the other kids in trouble and I didn't want to cause more trouble for anyone.

A black van pulled up to me and I wasn't surprised to see my father's men. One of them grabbed me before I could bolt.

“Pay up,” they said, one to the other. “I told you he couldn't do it.”

“Look at him. He's a desperate little thing with no guts. You can't live a good life by being weak, you imbecile!” they smacked my head and tossed me about, laughing as they had fun.

“I'll call them that I have the boy,” one of them said and took out his phone-

“No!” I tried to reach for it but I was knocked down before I even knew what hit