When I'm With You

Chapter 30

Some people in the group tried to open the door. I heard someone say among them. "This is the child from the orphanage. My God, he is the one who got into it."
"He's got bad luck, that must be why his parents left him in the orphanage." Another person nearby joined in the conversation.

My mind swayed to both sides.
One in their conversation. Another is to get out of this car somehow.
Many people who came did many things to open the door.

My mind and intellect are messed up. My face was drenched in tears. Throat became dry.

I heard a very familiar voice among the crowd.
"What's wrong here?"

Father Albert !

I understood that voice in a fraction of seconds.
"Look what that boy you're raising has done." The car owner said. Father Albert peered into the car.
"Chris", my name slowly came out of his mouth.

The car owner held back his anger and stood next to Father Albert.
He said, "I didn't expect such an act from him. It doesn't seem right to play in a car without someone's permission."

Father stood up to him and said apologetically, "He couldn't have done it knowingly. You all calm down."

"This is too bad father. You will have a bad name for a boy growing up in your care making mistakes like this."

"I apologize to you for Chris"
No one said a word to him.

I saw everything with sadness. Because of me, Father Albert had to bow his head in front of everyone.

After a while someone came, did something and opened the car door. I quickly got out of the car and ran to hug Father Albert. He took me in his arms.
"Are you okay?" he asked tensed.
"Ye..." I hugged him tightly.
I closed my eyes because I don't want to look at the people around us.

"Hey"
The car owner shouted angrily.
I held on to Father tightly, and with half my face buried in Father's chest, I looked at the car owner.
He threw my school bag out of the car.
"Here your bag. You don't even deserve to touch my car. Born of an impure blood, I hate you touching my car. Your father and mother must have left you because they knew you would become like this."

"I has already apologized for his mistake, no one should say anything about this."
Father said sternly.

He took my school bag and walked towards the orphanage.

The people who were still there did not stop talking about me. I closed my eyes again and lay on Father's shoulder.

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Rishma's POV :

"After many days he was teased by his classmates. That day his mind was so broken. After that incident, he stopped going near the cars. He would enjoy the beauty of the cars from a distance."

After Father Albert had said this, he looked into my face as if I wanted to know something more about him.

Actually there is. But the more I know about him, the more my heart swells.
Now that I know this much, let me ask that last question,

"After knowing so much, I don't know if there's any point in asking this question--"
I hesitate to ask.

If I don't know the answer to this question, it affects me too. So I asked.

"Chris doesn't have anyone as a friend?"

Father Albert looked down at the newspaper without giving any importance to my question.
I didn't ask anything else. I sat in silence, expecting him to say something in return.
When there was no response I picked up my side bag, hanging over my left shoulder.

"Thank you"
For a second I stood in front of him. He kept his eyes fixed on the newspaper and shook his head.
I walked back.

I walked a distance away from him.

"Chris has a friend."

Those words made me stand there like a statue.
I only turned my head towards him as if I couldn't move below my waist.

"I heard him saying his friend's name. When I called him, I only got to speak with him for a few minutes. All those minutes Chris said only one name, all he had to say was about that one person. That name is Tiny, tiny, tiny..."

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