Chapter 2
------
After two years spent stealing and running through alleys and streets like a frightened mouse, I ended up in the clutches of justice.
I woke up to the rough grip of a policeman shaking me violently as I lay asleep on the street like a lifeless corpse. I was dragged to the orphanage, that miserable place that resembled a tomb, and there I realized that Lady Luck had completely abandoned me.
Perhaps you are tired of my miserable story, a story of misery and loss, and feel disgusted like me... But after a few days, something unexpected happened:
I was suddenly adopted by an extremely wealthy family. The man was a skilled and renowned surgeon with mesmerizing green eyes and shiny blond hair. He seemed artificially kind, and his wife was beautiful in every sense of the word, with clear blue eyes like the sky and soft brown hair that fell like silk, and a perfect body by all standards, but let's get back to the story, as the description could lead me into endless mazes of seduction and evil.
As I was saying, after the adoption, I discovered that they were extremely wealthy, but they had a serious problem: they couldn't have children, so they decided to adopt a miserable child like me. Oh, I forgot to mention my short stature. I looked ten, but I was twelve.
After settling into my new family, I spent most of my time in my luxurious room playing video games with passion. I met Marlow, the son of the beautiful surgeon's wife, who was ten years old and bedridden most of the time.
He had been in a terrible accident, and his heart was damaged. He needed a donor as soon as possible, but where would they find someone willing to give up their heart? Who would sacrifice their heart for a strange boy?
Marlow was my only companion, spending long hours playing with me and a faint smile on his face.
I spent more than five months in that house.
At that time, I thought that luck had smiled on me again. I decided to take pity on my miserable life. But once again, I was foolishly mistaken.
After two years of living with the rich family, I discovered the bitter truth.
They ran a dirty organ trafficking ring. Only then did I understand the real reason behind my adoption and that their care for me was a deceitful mask.
I knew he had adopted me and continued to care for me with false concern. He was paving the way to take my heart and offer it to Marlow, that son of a bitch.
I tried to escape, running with all my might, but the handsome surgeon caught me easily.
I remember that moment well. I was hiding a rusty, sharp blade behind my back.
When he approached me, embraced me with false tenderness, and whispered sweet words in my ear, justifying his actions with claims of love and saying that what I had discovered was nothing but childhood trauma, I plunged the knife into his neck! Yes! That bastard never expected to get stabbed by a 12-year-old kid with such brutality and coldness.