Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2003 16:29:29 +0100 (BST)
From: "anon ..." <niftywriter2002@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: "the child" part 1

"This story is not true and does not contain any real life characters. If
any person or persons do exist, it is only by coincidence. If you are
looking for just a sex story, you wont find it here, this is a story with
characters and a storyline about a child. Some sex scenes will appear in
future parts. If you like it, please email me with your comments and
criticism. Flames and spam will be ignored, so don't waste your time. I
plan to write more, so, if you want to hear more, please tell me --
niftywriter2002@yahoo.com


It was the middle of the 1980's, in a run down area on the edge of the
city. Where crime payed and drug deals were the norm everyday. In this part
of the city, children never went to school, none of them could read or
write English and their speaking was limited. Rows of terraces and boarded
up houses and broken roads and graffiti. The smell of sewage and rotten air
filled the air as you entered the suburb. There was a main road running
past the side of this suburb that separated it from the acres of
countryside the other side. Many young children and animals too killed on
that highway trying to cross it. In this run down part lived a child. His
father had killed his mother in a fight when he was drunk and high on
drugs. The child never saw this, luckily. He thought his mother had run
away. He had only one pair clothes, one pair of shoes, one coat and a
hat. His father was a lazy slob, who gambled and spent nearly all of the
money on alcohol and rugs. He bought and sold drugs, this was his sole
income. The child wanted out, he had lived in the house all of his years, 9
of them alone with his father.

       Before his mother mysteriously went, they knew this city family, who
themselves weren't that well off, but had enough to survive, the mother
never worked and the father worked in a factory for a wage that just about
fed his family. They had one child, and this child used to meet up with him
when the 2 families met. They had exchanged letters ever since his mum went
and split the 2 families apart, and so they never met anymore.

    Back in the suburbs of the city, a new day was beginning as the sun
rose. The child would get up with the sun, eat breakfast and clean the
house from yesterday. This took him most of the morning, in the summer it
was easier to tell because he could use the sun, as it was high in the sky
when he finished. In the winter, he would never know. In the afternoon, he
would rest, as his father would go out for his drug deals and avoiding
getting caught. In the evening, the child went to look for some food and
come back with some stuff for him and his father. In the winter, this was
harder, so he went in the afternoon after cleaning up, to gather fire wood
too. This daily routine had been going on for years and he was growing
tired of it. His only source of sanity was letters he got from the
inner-city boy which he would pick up from another kid who had the job of
postman for these 2 kids. They met at a secret location, so he would not be
seen or caught because having contacts in the city could mean either you
were killed or would never see your family again, drug gangs would use you
so they wouldn't get caught.

The child was always very cautious about the meeting up and collecting his
letters. He approached the secret location behind this boarded up building.
The writing on the side which once showed what this building was once used
for, now covered with graffiti. Bottles and broken glass covered the floor,
rats scrounging around the broken glass and old newspapers for odd scraps
of food. You had to be careful where you walked. No lights lit up this
place directly at night. The lights from the road helped a bit but you
could still barely see at night. During the day, drug users and alcoholics
used this place, so no place for a child. As the nights began to close in,
they went, and the child moved in to collect his weekly letter. They had to
be quick, or be dead.

This one time, the delivery was late, it was getting darker and darker. The
child was getting worried and nervous and cold. The sun had set. This faint
figure appeared in the distance and began to get closer. He couldn't see
much, he couldn't move, he stood still, any movement would let the figure
know that he was there, he felt something brush against his foot, he looked
down to see this rat. He tried to ignore it, this figure began to get
closer. He heard a cough, a cough of a man.

"What are you doing here kid?"

The voice made the kid jump and the rat ran off with a few squeaks.

"You the kid who gets letters from a city kid?"

The child just looked at him, the man moved his hand from the pocket
holding something. The fear lit up in the childs eyes.

"Here, this is for you"

He got out an envelope and held it out in front of the child who cautiously
reached out and took it off the man.

"Your normal delivery kid is ill, so he sent me instead me instead. Be
careful around here kid, its not a good place for you kid." He kissed him
on the cheek, which surprised the child.

The child nodded, still a bit scared and as the man walked back in the
direction he came, the child ran off back home with the scraps of food he
found earlier.

After dinner, the child went upstairs to read the letter.

"Hi, how are things? You said you wanted to live with me, well, I found the
next best thing, a father-son company. They link up young boys with new
fathers. Do you want me to get you one?"

There was more, but that was the part that caught his attention, a real
smile appeared on his face for the first time in a long time.

But, then, he thought. What would his father do if he found out? What would
happen about his relationship with his only friend in the city? How could
he cope with his father knowing that he wanted to get out? What about his
mother?

He knew it was his only chance to get out of this hell hole and meet up
with someone who will love him like a true son. So he replied and said
"yes".  He waited a the collection point, but a couple of weeks had gone
by, no letter, his hopes faded of finding a true loving father. Finally,
the normal delivery kid had arrived with the letter and an apology about
the no letters and also the strange man a few weeks back. He hid the letter
in his tattered clothes, and went back home and ate some dinner. He hurried
upstairs to open the letter.

He sat down on the floor tearing the envelope open to read. It was a note
from his friend saying that the father-son company had found someone.
Inside was a note from his new father. He tried to read it but couldn't
make out some words due to not having any education and only picking up
English from the occasional scraps of newspapers and other bits of paper
lying on the floor and also his father. He got the main idea of the letter
saying that he would love to be his new father and bring him a new life.
For the first time in his life, he had a true smile on his face and walked
home with some scrapes of food thinking that he wont have to do this for
much longer.  But he had to hide his happiness from his father. He hid the
letter with all the others and waited for a reply from his new father..."