A new home

One year later

"Are you mad you little piece of shit? How can you beat up the son of Mr. Smith? You have caused a big trouble this time. He is one of the sponsor's of the orphanage" said the director of the orphanage.

A little kid with black eyes was listening everything silently. "They cursed at my dead parents." the little boy said while trying to suppress his tears.

Just then with a bang, a man in suit entered the room. His face was red with anger. "Mr. Brown I didn't knew there are these types of children in the orphanage." "Sir, let the kid go for this time, I apologize to you in his stead". The director said. "Good, Good, Good, so you are also siding with him, huh? Mr. Smith said. He looked at the kid and said " Just you wait I will take care of you" He then left the the office.

"You are in deep shit now, you brat! (Sigh), I will try to take care of it for now. You can leave now." The director said. The little kid left without saying anything.

A few days later.

An Italian middle aged man came in the orphanage, the director came to the main gate to receive him "Welcome Mr. Azzaro I was waiting for you." Mr. Azzaro entered the director's office and sat on one of the chairs. The director gave him a list of the kids present in the orphanage, the man took the list and started flipping the page one by one.

"Who is he?" he pointed at a picture Director looked at the picture a little surprised by the man's choice. " His name is Zain Acker, his parents died in the hand of a psychopath last year. He is a genius in his studies and a real trouble maker."

"Can I meet him?" Mr. Azzaro said. "Yes, why not?" the director said as politely as he can. He called someone on the phone and asked him to send Zain to the office.

At that moment Zain was in the cafeteria of the orphanage eating his breakfast alone when someone from the staff came looking for him. "Director is looking for you in the office." he left after saying this. Everyone in the cafeteria started to speculate what had happened, one of the girl standing at the side said "I think John's father is here, after what had happen his father might kick him out of here."

While Zain left for the office without even looking at them. "I surely didn't caused any trouble this time" he was thinking about this when he reached the office.

He took a deep breath and entered the room, he saw a middle aged man talking to the director. The director looked at Zain and said "Greet him Zain, he is here for you" Zain eyes perked up, he again looked at the man, the old man had black hairs with some white in it, he was clearly from a Italian ethnicity, wearing a black suit with no tie .

"Nice to meet you" Zain said while bowing. The old man looked at the little brat a little surprised by his etiquettes and said "You are going to have a new home young man, are you happy with it?

Zain looked at him with out any emotion said " I guess I am". "You should go and pack your things until I finish my paper work." the old man said. Zain came out of the office, showing a mixture of different emotions on his face. "So I am going to get a new family" He thought while moving towards his room to pack his clothes.

At this moment, the cafeteria was in an uproar, the kids were dumbfounded to know that Zain was adopted. None thought a trouble maker like him can ever be adopted.

Zain came out of his room with his bag, he looked at his room for the last time. He didn't knew where he was going, but he knew he would never be happy again in this life. He will find that bastard who killed his parents and and torture him before taking his head off. If at this time someone had the superpower to read people mind, he would really be surprised to death to read what this little kid who was still eleven was thinking.

The paperwork was done. Mr. Azzaro was waiting outside the office. He saw Zain coming towards the office. The old man with Zain and the director came to the main gate where his car was parked. he looked at Zain and said: "It's time to go home, kid."

At this moment Zain's eyes had a new glimmer in them.