Chapter three
Christian was disappointed that John had shown up at that time. Christy-Ann and I were having a great discussion, and he had to blow it!
Christian was walking home with Kevin, right after John had picked her up. Christian held burning anger within his heart. He was jealous.
He chewed on his tongue until they reached Kevin’s house. “Bye dude,” Kevin said, as he waved good-bye. Christian did not respond. Kevin frowned and walked into his house.
Christian turned the other way and started to walk. He was not going home. He felt like an idiot for not saying something about his feelings for Christy-Ann to her. Why are you such an idiot, huh? You’re never like this around other girls! Why her? Why?
He thought about that question and kept walking. He kept his eyes on the sidewalk in front of him. He walked out of Kevin’s neighborhood, and then it started to rain. It wasn’t a heavy rain, but just a light sprinkle.
Christian was very disappointed in himself. He sighed and kept walking.
Finally, after walking for a long distance, he turned into a dark alley.
He had never been here before, and knew why. This was just a small little alley between a large bank, and some apartments. There was a big metal garbage can in the alley, which took up most of the room.
Christian knew that this is where people got mugged, or swapped illegal drugs. He looked through the darkness to see a man.
The man was short, about up to Christian’s shoulder. He had a bulky figure, and, as far a Christian could tell, no or little hair.
Christian tried not to notice him, but the stranger saw him and said in a very old, and mysterious voice, “My dear.”
The man let his tongue purr of the “r” of the last word. Christian tried to look away, but the man had caught him. “Come here,” the old man said.
Christian looked at the man and then stepped back.
“I have a job for you…”
“I’m sorry, you must have the wrong person,” Christian said as he backed away.
Suddenly, in a swift and surprisingly accurate move, the man swept over and grabbed Christian’s shirt collar.
Christian gasped and tried to break free of the old man’s tight grip, but it was useless.
“I know who you are… Christian.” Said the old man.
Christian’s eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly. The man’s grip was still firm on his collar. “Who are you?”
The old man opened his mouth, showing old and yellow teeth. His breath smelled of vomit. Christian grimaced.
“M’name is Krobeth. And I have a job for you. It pays well.”
Christian tried to get more details about the old man and saw that he had a very round head, and just a little hair on the sides of this head. He wore very beaten up clothing and torn up shoes. He was obviously a homeless man.
“No, now get away from me, you idiot! I’ll call the police on you!”
Christian screamed as he furiously kicked the man in the groin.
Krobeth doubled up and bent down, screaming in pain. Christian hurriedly tried to run, but Krobeth grabbed his leg.
“Get off me you idiot!” Christian yelled as Krobeth gripped tighter.
“I’ll be here when you come back.” Krobeth said through his teeth.
Christian suddenly fell down; Krobeth had released him. Christian scrambled up to his feet and took off, back through the way he came.
Christian told his parents about the day’s events, and when he mentioned the homeless man, Krobeth, his parents took on a very serious attitude.
“This man’s name is Krobeth?” his mother asked him, “John, call the police.”
Christian’s father stood up and walked to the telephone. He dialed a number, and John started talking to the police.
Christian’s mother, Lori, looked back at her son. “Did he touch you, or violate you, or anything?”
Christian nodded. “He grabbed my shirt and ankle because I was trying to get away.” He nodded his head as he spoke.
“Oh my Lord,” Lori stated, shaking her head. A tear rolled down her eye. “John! I want that man arrested and sent to jail!”
John nodded and talked sternly on the telephone.
“What did he say to you?” Asked Lori, “ Did he want you to do anything?”
Christian thought for a moment. “Yeah,” he said slowly, “he wanted me to do a job for him… like… I don’t know… he said he would pay me.”
Lori stared at him. Her lip trembled. She wiped her eyes and said directly to Christian, “You will never go to that part of the city again, do you understand? Do you?”
Christian nodded, “Yes Mother.”
The next day, Christian went to school, and did not mention anything about Krobeth. He didn’t exactly know why he did; he just didn’t feel right about talking to anyone right then. Besides the disturbing talk with Krobeth, Christian only thought about Christy-Ann. He only saw her in the hallways now, because she had transferred out of his lunch, and into one with her best friend, Kim Garcia. Whenever he walked past her, she would smile and Christian would wave, and turn his head. He trembled whenever he was near her, and had major butterflies in his stomach.
Christian was in love.
But, as always, someone had to ruin it all. John Summers was still going out with Christy-Ann, and took her on a date three times a week. This made Christian furious and wanted to kill John. His anger led to jealousy because John had tons of money, inherited by his rich grandfather, who used to own a large chocolate factory, but past away.
Now whenever he saw Christy-Ann, he thought of John and he would bit his lip. Hatred filled his heart and he would often sluff school because it led to anger and short-patience. Christian almost felt like begging for money, just so he could impress Christy-Ann, and he could show John off also.
That is what led him to returning to Krobeth.
you took your story in a whole different direction, i wasnt expecting that, now besides a love story, you have mystery and adventure. please let me know when you post the next one. and thanks again for letting me know on this post.
