Powerless
425 Words
It was after midnight and Blaze was lying on the shore near a beach. Whenever Blaze was sad he went to his favourite spot in the beach which was very secluded from the rest of the beach.
Soon after Blaze fell asleep on the shore as if the sound of waves were some lullaby and sand was is bed. His innocent face looked so calm and peaceful that even the cold winds patted him as a kid waving his smooth hair softly.
Early in the morning Blaze was awaken by birds which were singing their own melody. Even though blaze never knew or saw his mother he always felt the nature as his mother. He believed his mother showered her love on him through the nature.
On the way to his home, some rogues were seen bothering a small kid. Blaze couldn't see that and went ahead to intervene.
"Hey, why don't you leave the kid alone" said Blaze.
"Oh, look boys see who has joined the party" one of bully said.
"Its nice to see blaze early in the morning, my hands were already itching to hit someone. Blaze did a favour on us by showing up himself". said another bully.
Blaze went to fight but instead took a good beating. He just defended himself and never raises his hand on any of them.
"What a waste, such a built up body yet cannot fight. Are you even a man" the bully said spitting on the floor.
Though Blaze was angry with those words he was happy that the kid was safe and escaped. So he gave a faint smile.
The bullies bashed him so bad that he had blue and green coloured bruises all over his chest and face.
He went home and his father Mr. Parker was in the hall reading newspaper. He saw Blaze with bruises and said,
The man who cannot even handle few guys, how can he handle my empire and keep my name high? I wished I had another son who I can proudly say that he is my son.
"Go ahead Mr. Parker, you are not old yet. You can still try your luck and who knows You may be blessed with a worthy son", Blaze said with a mockery smile and went to his room.
"How dare you speak to me like that" shouted Mr. Parker. "If I did not promise your mother that I would take care of you, I would have thrown you out of my house. He thought to himself.
* To be Continued *
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