Michael Vey (Hatch's son)

Chapter 8

The next few days of school were the same, mean comments and poking, but that was all.
I guess the bullies got tired of my plain expression and came up with a plan for Friday.
I was walking towards the door, when all five boys pulled me back, out the side doors instead.
Out the side doors, was just a small blocked off area, surrounded with concrete walls and floors, with only one small light in the corner.
The boys threw me into the wall and snickered as I yelped, looking back at them.
I could so take them on... If their was a plant or animal in my reach... But their wasn't this time.
The first boy pushed me to the side, just kinda toying with me.
"What's a small kid like you doing here anyway?"
"You should have just stayed in that orphanage."
Another one of them pushed me into the wall again, laughing whenever I made a noise.
After about an hour of that, they let me out so I could run back to the car, my arms and side feeling bruised.
I managed to smile for Michael as he handed me a new ball.
"Wanna go to the park? You can play some basketball while Taylor is in the hospital."
"S-she's having... Them?"
He nodded nervously, but with excitement.
"Okay! I love basketballs!"
He chuckled and drove me to the park.
I could tell he was nervous, but managed to smile for me.
When we got there, I ran over to the hoop and played happily as Michael stared at his phone.
I laughed and threw the ball into the hoop, enjoying my game of Make or Miss, my own made up game.
The dark blue ball bounced around, making it into the basket and falling into someone's hands.
The bullies just happened to come and ruin my fun, making me flinch.
"Nice ball kid, mind if we play?"
He tossed the ball over my head, having his friends catch it.
It leapt up to grab the ball, but it was way too high for me to reach.
"Awe, poor boy is too short."
"He can't even jump hardly!"
I growled and tried jumping higher, hoping to grab the ball as my own.
Finally, I finally caught it, just to have one of the boys rip it from my grasp.
"T-that's mine!"
He laughed, spinning the ball on his finger, right in front of my face.
"You don't deserve a ball like this kid, you can't even play right."
"Your too short."
"B-but my dad gave that to me!"
"Ha, your adoptive dad? He's probably gonna get rid of you soon anyway, I mean... Who would want you?"
I looked at my hands, feeling like he was right.
Michael doesn't need me.
He has his own kids on the way, making me old news.
I looked up at the boy, his smug smile showing.
"P-please, just give me back my ball."
He laughed, pushing me down on the grass before the rest of his friends laughed.
It was funny for them... Until Michael walked over.
I looked up at Michael, who didn't look very happy.
"Who. Are. You?"
The boys blinked, looking at eachother.
"Uh... His... Friends."
Behind Michael, was another man with darker skin.
The man huffed "Oh yeah? Why'd ya push him?"
"... We... We were playing."
The man looked at me and crossed his arms.
"He's bruised on his side and upper arm."
Michael gave the boys a glare, making them drop my ball and run away.
I sighed and grabbed my ball, looking at my dad's friend.
"Cameron, this is Ian... Did those boys bully you at school?"
I froze for a moment, taking a deep breath.
"A-alittle."
Michael nodded, leading me back to the car with Ian, then looking at my bruised side, asking about how it happened.
Let's just say, my dad was not happy.
Dad!? No, I meant Michael.
Yeah, that's what I said.
Michael.