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Time to grow

Learning how to transcend from being a teenager to being an adult. 19 year old Cole was what you'll call a typical rich spoilt brat who thinks he can use his father's wealth as a source of his power and bully those he thinks is beneath his league. Well, life had other plans for him when his parents died in a car accident and all his father's wealth was taken over by the government as Cole's father didn't prepare any will in the case of his demise . Now Cole has to learn about life the hard way and appreciate it on the long run.

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Flashback (2)

I've been running for the past three hours, away from the mad dogs and uniformed men chasing after me. These dogs were as relentless as a demon, not giving me a single chance to breathe.

You may be wondering why dogs and uniformed men are chasing me. Don't worry I'll explain it as briefly as I can.

<rewind to two weeks back>

'I can't take it anymore'  'I have to leave or I'll go crazy'  'I must find a way to escape this goddamned place, it's sickening'

Those were the thoughts flowing through my mind as I laid on my bed trying to find sleep.

Officially a year and three months since my parent's demise and I've been transferred to yet another orphanage.

I guess Mrs Kowalski got tired of my disassociation from her and the other staffs as well as the other kids at the orphanage so she reported me to the authorities.

After which I was transferred to yet another orphanage which was sadly and unfortunately worse that where I was coming from.

This orphanage was weirder and just plain fake. The staffs made no effort in trying to hide the fake-ness. It was like they were forced to take care of the kids with a gun pointed at their heads.

Anyway, after a few days of them trying to get me to talk and be open, they gave up when all their efforts were going down the drain.

By giving up, they just stopped trying to probe me and let the authorities do their job since I was their 'special' case. Yeah, special case.

    I had suicidal tendencies as my coping mechanism. It was how the trauma of my parents death affected me.

So, the authorities fixed me a dozen therapies a week to help me get back together, but it was a waste, I was far gone.

I blame my parents everyday for leaving me, 'they could have taken me with them', 'why didn't they take me?',  'why did they leave me to face this world alone?'.

All my questions can only be answered when I see them right?

Anyways, these past weeks was hell on earth for me, not just the orphanage alone, I was sick of the therapies, so the only thing I've been thinking about is how to plan my escape from this bloody place.

My escape plan was pretty great, one, sneak out after lights out; two, run through the thick bush beside the main as that was the only opening and three, run like hell and don't look back

Pretty great right? Yeah, total genius.

So I waited until after lights out, when I was sure no one would be awake, to carry out my escape.

I ran through the thick bush until I saw the clear road of the street. My freedom was already at my fingertips.

<back to the present>

And that leads us to where we are right now, the hound dogs hot on my trail for the past three days. I hadn't gotten any sleep and I'm really beat and hungry.

After a few maneuvers through different corners, I think I finally lost them but OH NO!!!!! i think I'm lost !!!

Not I think, I AM lost. How will I find my way..... Oh wait.....I never had a destination.

Wow lucky me. oh well, I guess you start from somewhere right?

First, I have to find food because I'm really really really famished  but I don't have any money.

So the only way for me to avoid starving to death is begging or, what I've been doing for the past few days, digging through trash.

I'll just go with the second option so I don't have to face the look of disgust when I beg for food.

After scouting around, I finally found a trash can at the corner beside a house away from public eye.

My luck!!!! I rushed to the trash can and started digging in to see what I find.

"you know it's kinda wrong to dig into people's trash without their permission "

Oh shit! I've been caught. What do I do?

Slowly I turned around dropping the precious half eaten sandwich I found, and there in front of me was a boy around my age. My jaw dropped immediately.

Seeing my expression, the boy let out a hearty laugh.

"sorry, didn't mean to scare ya" he said when he had laughed to his hearts content.

"I'm Harry, what's your name? "he said offering his hand.

"C-CC- Cole " I said taking it.

"Cole huh, I have a feeling we're gonna really get along well " he said then gave me a large smile.

I'm not going to lie, that smile was contagious, so I smiled back, shyly though.