The Abrupt Realities

Chapter One

Miles

The sight of the passing ca was kind of relaxing. Seeing people heading to their jobs, families in their cars and kids going to schools was a kind of fascination to me. Normal lives and I was finally getting one. I fiddled with the straw in my iced coffee and sat back, sipping some of it.

I felt a little something tapping my thigh. I drifted my attention to it. Out of expectations, I found a little cute girl with a pink sparkly dress and a blonde ponytail.

It's been a while since I endured with kids. I don't know what should I say to this adorable creature in front of me.

"Sir, can I sit with you? Please?" She requested.

"Um. Ugh oh yea, yes, for sure, but don't you have parents or something?"

"Yes, I do have. To them, I'm using the bathroom. Can I sit now?" She explained and asked again.

"Yes." She sat in the empty chair in front of me.

"I'm Chloe, and I find you perfect to make my plan happen. Will you listen?" She put her hand out to me and I shook it. Her hand was so tiny in mine.

"I'm Miles" I smiled and tried my best to look friendly.

"John. My nightmare. He is older than me with a year and he bullies me. And he is my cousin, so no one believes me. I want to kill him. I hate him so much." She leaned on the table with her elbows and her feet on the chair as she was too short.

The fact of a junior girl like her has this amount of hate and rage towards someone was odd. Maybe she is overreacting or maybe not, but what really is worrying me now that killing topic is discussed with me again, and from who, a kid who didn't reach ten. Why on her adorable earth did she choose me or even think like
that?

"How Old Are You? Why did you certainly choose me out of all people at the shop? Why now?" I rolled my hand through my hair, sitting back, trying hard to stop the trail of memories from getting on display.

"I'm ten. I chose you because your keys had daisy, and this is my favorite character. Miles, we are kindred spirits!" She paused, and I looked down to my pockets and sighed at the dangling car keys with Elena's chain.

"And you look strong!" She added.
I'm not the best in discipline, but I'm sure this kid parent didn't invest time telling her 'Do not talk to strangers' or some ethical facts like this.

"Tell me more about him." I found myself talking in the tone I used to. Like it was already a part in me and I hated that.

"John is at my same school, and he never misses a chance to belittle me, yell at me, hit me in secret or in public in front of my friends, but in family gatherings, he is the angel so everyone likes him and sees that I'm that dramatic girl for accusing him while he really abuses me."

She explained with so many emotions crossing her tiny angelic face. "You believe me, right?" She dropped a tear.

I felt she was so desperate for someone to hear out. I lost words. All the situations I've been dealing with lately wasn't any relatable to this. I lost words in front of her. Something inside of me was screaming help her and that part madly believed in her.

"My parents always tell me he is joking and never sees the harm he does to me." Tears were trailing down her cheeks now. I hated it when girls cry. Part of me was holding back from speaking and I didn't understand why.
I got off my seat and pulled my seat next to hers.

"Can I consider you a friend?" I asked, trying my best to sound sweet, and all adjectives related to that.

"Here" I handed her tissues to wipe her tears, but she leaned in for me to wipe it. I smiled widely at her gesture and wiped it gently.