Mysteries of Riverwood

Chapter 19 :- Anger Issues.

Reluctantly, I tore my gaze away from the battered face before me and slowly rose to my feet. "I suppose you're right," I conceded, realizing the potential consequences of our actions.

Together, we sprinted away from the scene, putting as much distance as possible between us and the chaos we had left behind. After a few minutes of relentless running, we finally came to a halt, gasping for breath.

Dwayne, still catching his breath, managed to utter, "You're absolutely nuts and crazy, Alvin!"

I shot him a glare, my chest heaving with exertion. "Shut up! I did what I had to do," I retorted, defending my actions.

"I can't believe you just beat up those guys," Dwayne said, shaking his head.

I replied calmly "Next time, I will bring water guns filled with hot sauce Or I could just throw glitter in their faces and blind them with fabulousness. I could always whip out some knives or swords to handle things more definitively. Next time if they meet me I will kill them for sure.

Dwayne was breathing heavily as he spoke, "Dude, they're just drunk people. There's no need to go over there."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my handkerchief, using it to clean the blood off of both my hands. "But I don't like seeing people who get drunk. It seems like we always encounter drunk people around here."

Dwayne let out a sigh. "I give up. You're not going to listen to me, I know it."

I didn't respond, and after a few seconds, he said, "Well, see you later. I'm going home now."

"Fine. See ya," I replied.

Dwayne began walking away, but then turned around and added, "Be careful on your way back. Don't get into any trouble, alright?"

I nodded and began walking towards my orphanage, my mind was still consumed with thoughts of the drunken men I had just defeated. I couldn't help but feel a deep disdain for people who drank excessively, regardless of their reasons. It just didn't sit well with me.

Letting out a sigh, my thoughts shifted to Alice. I hoped she was doing alright now. With a determined stride, I continued towards the orphanage, my mind focused on the task at hand. However, as I approached the parking lot, my attention was immediately drawn to a car Honda Accord standing there. It seemed that someone had come to take one of the orphans as their own.

I made my way towards the front door of the orphanage. There was a table and a chair in the front yard near the slides. I wondered what they were for. Perhaps some people enjoyed having coffee or lunch outside in the fresh air.

But the thing to my surprise, The two bodyguards were standing near the front door of orphanage, exuded an air of elegance and sophistication, their attire speaking volumes about their impeccable taste. Adorned in exquisitely tailored coats, their outfits were a harmonious blend of style and functionality. The coats, crafted from the finest materials, enveloped their figures with a refined grace, accentuating their powerful presence.

The rich, deep hues of their garments, reminiscent of a moonlit night, added an aura of mystery and allure to their appearance. Every stitch and seam seemed meticulously placed, enhancing the overall allure of their ensemble. The coats effortlessly draped over their broad shoulders, exuding an air of authority and confidence. The subtle sheen of the fabric caught the light, casting a soft glow that seemed to dance along their silhouettes. As they stood with unwavering poise, the coats whispered tales of opulence and sophistication, a testament to the impeccable taste of their wearers.

Those two were incredibly tall and muscular, standing at over 6 feet tall. In contrast, I am only 5 feet 3 inches. Undeterred, I attempted to enter, only to be stopped by one of the bodyguards.