Chapter 13 – A New Hope
“Are you okay?” I asked the boy.
“Never been better,” he answered.
“I understand. You know, you are very strong. You can still live on without your family around. When I was a young boy like you I still had my parents and all of my family with me. I must say that I am very lucky, but I have no idea if they were gone at that time. I would be lost in the darkness of pain, sadness and loneliness.” I said this while reaching for an empty cup and have the coffee poured inside from the glass jar.
“We were happy,” said the boy. “We were on our way to another town for there was yearly festival called Corn Cup Gold. My little brother and I sat playfully at the backseat of our car playing rock, paper and scissor. Then it happened.” He stopped, as it was a hard one to tell.
“What happened?” I interrupted.
“Another car in front of us suddenly stopped, my dad didn’t make it to stop in time, we crashed, then another car in the back hit and crashed our car at its fastest speed causing the car to be uplifted and thrown to the left side of the road. My mom and dad died instantly at the scene. It was a miracle that we were survived. My little brother Daniel, broke his right leg and I only got scratches and cuts from the shattered windshield.” The boy inhales and slowly releases his breath. He continued, “My brother Dan, was crying he was only six at that time and I was ten. I lifted him up and tried to get out of the car. The car was already caught in fire. With all my strength left, I rushed to the road and to my surprised, the whole car in our lane were all crashed. Then I saw people screaming and running. They look scared. Soon I saw something eating a woman in group, at first I thought my eyes deceived me but no it was real. One of them look at me and started running trying to get me and my brother. I ran as fast as I could, and saw another car stopping trying his best to change his direction from where he came from. I took the chance, I knocked on the door and he let me in and we drove away. I asked the man to stop at Bartson Street, since then, I live here with my brother, before that crazy witch took him away from me.”
“I’m sorry again for your loss. By the way my name is Travis, Travis Williams,” I said.
“I’m Roger, Roger McKenzie”, he replied.
“Hi Roger nice to meet you” I said.
“You know what Roger, my mother used to tell me to be strong and to never gave up. Whatever the situation are, there must be something about it that we can learn. We learn something from our past mistakes but different for those who were born as genius. They never failed, they always get what they wanted, they win everyone’s heart and they never wanted to lose. Sometimes they become obnoxious, selfish, greedy, and hungry for power but they failed to look someone who are less fortunate that are part of the society. They think they are a burden, a failure, low class people and many more negative views. They think a failure was born to be a failure and a genius was meant to be a genius. But they forget one thing. Hardwork can change a failure to genius and even surpasses the geniuses themselves. Why? Because they had experienced how hard was it to be a failure and used it to change their fate. The struggles to make the world a better place.”
“Thank you Travis. I felt better. But I’ll never forgive that monster!” Roger said in such a hateful tone.
“You need to find time to calm your mind and heart Roger. Sometimes revenge is not the answer. The only solution to all problems is to forgive. I know this is very difficult for you. Revenge won't bring the dead back to life. You are not a murderer. If you seek revenge and kill her, it makes you no different than her. A killer. She will have her punishment, maybe not sooner or later. Believe in God, He will do what is the best for us. His help will come not that early and not that late, but it will come at the right time. Believe in yourself what is right and believe in Him” I was glad to see him much more at ease this time. Maybe what I said to him affected the way he thinks. Claire was still busy looking at her old stuff in her bedroom and her late father’s bedroom. She missed those moment with her father and by visiting this place it will probably cure the longing to remember those sweet memories. I am sure she gets what she wants now and treasure every moments while she was here. “So Roger do you want to come with us? I mean I want you to stay with us. It wouldn’t good if you stay here all alone. We don’t know if she’s still around here, it’s best to stick together.” I offered Roger a nice welcoming invitation to have him stay with us. He was still hesitating. “What do you say? I have a dog at home and his name is Prince. Am sure he will be a good friend to you.” His face expression changed the moment I told him about the dog.
“Sure. Thank you Travis. Beside what you said is true, this house has been my next stop since few years ago. Only that I have no one here anymore. It's time to move on.” Roger smiled while swallowing something as his adam's apple on his throat moving up and down. “Give me few minutes while I pack up my clothes and other stuff.” He jumped from the sofa to the back side and up the stairs to settle his things. I was happy to have a new member in the family. This count as four, including Prince.
“He’s joining us?” asked Claire.
“Yeah he is, he’s a very high spirited boy. Remind me when I was younger.”
“That’s great, at least we have more hands on our team” she said while folding her arms. “He’ll be good. Will you train him?” I asked. “Am sorry, but I don’t train anyone or take any disciple. He’s on his own. Knows how to shoot is good enough already”
“I knew you would say that” I giggled mischievously when suddenly Claire hit me on the head. She’s one hell of a lady. Not long after Claire gone outside, Roger went downstairs complete with his luggage, bag and some medium size boxes. “Excuse me, what are those?” I pointed to the boxes Roger brought down. “Oh these… These are my ammunition for shotguns and some extra weapons.”
“Oh! Well let me help you with those. Bad news, I don’t have my car with me so we just need to carry this, I stay not that far from here”
“Are you kidding me?” Roger said. “We are going with my Lambo”
“You have Lambo?” I was surprised like a little boy receiving his first christmas present. Then Roger push the button on the remote key and the garage next to the house was opened slowly. There, lay a black Lamborghini Gallardo.