I'm back. I know I haven't uploaded stories but I got a serious case of writers block. So to help out my issue I wrote a new story that was just roaming around in my head. Expect a brotherly love update soon.

And enjoy because I love this story ;)

Need a betta reader because i make many grammar mistakes. so if any of you are up for the job message me. i apologize for any mistakes

Oh AND IMPORTANT NOTE: ELI IS 6 YEARS OLD

Eli POV

The cold winter air blew and hissed. I swallowed, trying to soothe my dry throat. I sat against the window gazing at the falling snow. The black concrete was covered in a blanket of white. Snowmen were everywhere; big clumps of snow stacked on top of each other, with a molding carrot dangling from the head. I sighed as my breath hit the window.

"Elijah!" A woman screeched from the door.

I slowly turned my head and saw Miss. Goodman. She had her hands planted at the waist with a sneer on her lips. Her long pointy nose was high in the air as she crept into the room.

"What are you doing?" she spat

I shrugged and looked out the window again. This only angered her. She snatched my shoulder and turned me around to face her. Her fake nails dug into my skin and I cringed.

"Well?"

I shrugged. "Nothing." I whispered

She rolled her eyes and released me. I stumbled backwards towards the window as she eyed me. Her beady eyes evaluated me and then she shook her head, as if she was disappointed. "You will never get adopted Elijah." She muttered

A pain shot through my chest. "I know." I admitted. My shoulders slumped as disappointment filled in. Miss. Goodman looked at me in disgust before walking away.

I dragged my body back to window and gazed out. I laid my head on my arms and let my eyes wander. My window had the perfect view of the streets. I always saw children coming in and out since there was a school right across. I loved watching the children. They looked so happy. I wish I was one of them. Laughing and smiling; not caring about anything, and coming home to a nice hot home cooked meal with two loving parents. A piercing knife cut through my heart. I clamped my eyes shut and breathed slowly.

Not going to happen Elijah. So just forget about that dream.

I reopened my eyes and sighed. Across the street a man was walking towards the stop light. He wore a brown trench coat and held a black briefcase in his hand. The stop light turned green and he slowly made his way towards the orphanage. He turned and began walking across my window.

Now I'm not one to just stare at random strangers. But for some strange reason I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. It was as if an invisible force was making it impossible for me to look away. I knew he could feel my eyes burning holes into his back and as if he heard my thoughts, the man suddenly stopped and turned around in my direction. I froze as he eyed me. Fear crept in and my blood turned into ice. Then his lips turned into a friendly smile. And I swear on my life, that that smile made my heart feel something. Feel something very important.

The man turned around walked away but not before gazing behind his shoulder and waving at me. I timidly raised my hand and waved back. Then the man disappeared from my view.

I smiled and for the first time in two years I didn't have that constant pain in my chest. And for a while everything seemed okay.

"Elijah, get your ass down here and help with supper!" Miss. Goodman shouted from below. And then just as fast it came, the moment was gone.

It wasn't until late that night, when I was laying in my bed that I realized what the man made me feel.

It was hope. I realized before sleep overtook me.

My eyes closed and I was swallowed into the darkness.

Not knowing that after today, my life would change forever.


I scrubbed the floors roughly. My fingertips were a bloody red and my knees had black purple blotches that were bruises. I bit my lower lip as I scrubbed even harder and my middle finger began to bleed. I sighed and threw my sponge in frustration.

"HA HA. The trash is cleaning up the dirt. " Eddie sneered as he came up behind me. Eddie was one of the oldest kids here. He was also the kid that's been here the longest. His parents gave him up at birth and he lived with the Goodman's since he was four. And since the Goodman's LOVE him he thought that gave him the authority to be the bully here. Eddie always made fun of me and picked on me the most though. I swear did I have a sign that said PICK ON ME?

I rolled my eyes and ignored him and he laughed as he and his goons walked away.

The house grew silent as my eyes stung with unshed tears.

"Oh shut up Maggie!" A voice hollered.

I looked up and saw Mr. Goodman walking downstairs. He was a tall man with a lot of weight. His black hair was oily and his skin was not much different. His stomach was large and bounced when he walked. Something he got from being an alcoholic.

"You have three tickets Jason!" Mrs. Goodman yelled after him as she stumbled to keep up. "And you haven't paid one. The police will be here because of you! You're going to jail, lazy ass."

Jason opened a bottle of beer and slammed the door shut. He chugged down his drink and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "I got it covered Maggie. Now get the fuck out of my way." He shoved past her and she stumbled backwards and landed flat on her back. She gave out a cry of pain. I covered my ears as she screeched.

"SHUT UP!" Jason yelled. He yanked her from the back of her dress and hauled her out of the kitchen. I heard a loud thump, as if something heavy was dropped on the floor. Then Jason slugged back into the kitchen and shut the door.

My blood turned cold as I silently crawled against the counter.

Please don't see me.

But my prayer didn't help. As I spilled the bucket of water with my foot and Mr. Goodman snapped his head in my direction. He looked at me with pure rage. He stomped in my direction and I knew the pain that was about to come.


I limped over to my suitcase and unzipped it. I threw in my few clothes inside and tossed the bag over my shoulder. I was leaving and I was never coming back. Today was the last straw. Jason always beat the crap out of me. And I mean ALWAYS. There were other kids in this orphanage but for some reason I was always the target. I always had bruises and cuts. Pain was something I was used to.

I opened the window and silently crawled out. I wasn't sorry for leaving. In fact I was happy. Mrs. Goodman was a witch and made me feel like I was nothing. Jason hit the crap out of me. The kids made fun of me because the Goodman's were evil to me. So why the heck would I stay?

I fell to the ground and landed with a soft thump. I gathered up my stuff and began to walk away. As I crossed the street I spared a glance at the orphanage and shuddered.

Because I could've sworn I saw Eddie staring out the window, and looking right at me.


I walked the streets alone at midnight. Not the safest option I would say. I saw a bench and quickly ran for it. My legs were sore and my feet ached.

I grabbed out a bag of chips I had for some time and quietly ate my dinner.

"Hey boy." A man whispered

I slowly turned around and saw a man with a brown trench coat. It was the man from yesterday. The man that smiled at me.

"What are you doing out here all alone?"

I shrugged.

"Where are your parents?"

I shrugged.

"Can you please stop shrugging and answer me?"

I shrugged.

The man rolled his eyes. "My name is Randall Edwards. Now I don't usually do this but," he eyed me with a hint of a smile. "Would you like to come home with me?"

I know what you're thinking. A strange man asks you to come home with him, kind of creepy. I was taught not to talk to strangers. I even learned the famous quota Stranger Danger. But my heart, and as cheesy as it sounds, told me to go with him.

And that's why I took the man's hand and allowed him to take me home with him.

"I have a daughter your age. Her name is Clare. She's five years old." He told me as we walked in the cold. I shivered because all I had on was wet t shirt and the temperature was -10 degrees. Randall saw and very gently he picked me up and wrapped his coat around my cold body.

"Wow your freezing lad." He muttered as he led me up some stairs.

I watched as he took out his keys and unlocked his doors. "Welcome to my home lad."

Suddenly warn air touched my body and I immediately began to grow warm.

"Honey I'm home." Randall shouted.

"Oh honey it's about time-"the lady stopped when she saw me. She was a pretty woman with brown hair and freckles splattered on her cheeks. Her apron was dirty and a spot of flour was on her nose. "Oh who is this?"

"I don't know." Randall admitted sheepishly.

"You don't know?" she asked as she crossed her arms.

"I found him all by himself on the streets Helen."

"So you brought him home with you?" she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well-

"Daddy!" a girl squealed. A little girl ran downstairs. Her brown curly hair was in the wind as she threw herself into Randall's arms. She passed right by me, not noticing me in the room.

"Princess." Randall chocked as he cradled her into his arms. "We have a guest."

"Who?" she scrunched her eyebrows in confusion, still not seeing me in the room.

"Well let me introduce you two." He put her down and turned her around. Her eyes widened as she saw me. Suddenly I felt self conscious. My hair was dirty and unwashed. My face had dirt I'm sure. And I was really skinny from going days without eating.

"Hi, my name is Clare." She stuck her hand out at me.

I looked down at it and very carefully shook her hand. "What your name?"

I stood silent for a while. The Edward's all waited patiently for my answer and I felt my face heating up. "Honey," Randall interrupted. "The boy doesn't speak that much. You see he is very shy."

Clare nodded carefully as she processed that. "Okay then."

Randall then clapped his hands together. "Why don't you show the boy to the bathroom Clare? So he can wash up before supper."

Clare nodded enthusiastically. "Okay daddy."

She skipped towards me and grabbed my hand. "Come one green eyes." and I felt my face grow hot.

We ran upstairs. She walked towards a room and the inside was a nice washroom with white tiles. Clare turned the shower on and gave me a warm smile. "I'll bring you extra clothes okay?"

I nodded. She turned to leave, "My name is Elijah." I whispered

She slowly faced me and smiled even bigger. "Well welcome home Elijah"

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