My Tool For Revenge (I bought her)

Lionel’s POV

“WHEN I was five, I was abandoned by my mother on the streets. I didn’t know why she did it, but she did it. She left me in the midst of other street kids.

I was not used to the life on the streets, so I cried almost everyday, although still hanging on the hopes that my mom was gonna come back for me, but she never did.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and months turned into years but mom didn’t come for me, she didn’t show up anyday, any time.

So I embraced my fate and learned how to blend into the world of the street, suffering and feeding from hand to mouth.

Life went on, and as fate would have it, I turned 13.

I was rushing to the trash cans one morning just to see if I could get some left overs to oil my stomach, when I started hearing little voices from a distance.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

“Arielle, wait up for me”.

“No! Back off Greg, back off”.

“Why? Let me come with you please”.

“No Greg. You will be nothing but a hindrance to me”.

“Tell the wealthy woman that I’m your twin bro. She might adopt me also”.

“No Greg You would be an obstacle to me, go away from me. You have a heart disease and you are scheduled to die anytime soon”.

“No, it’s not true. I know I’m sick but I won’t die now Arielle, please”.

“You are useless Greg”.

“I’m not useless Ariel”.

“You are! Isn’t it the reason mom and dad left us on the streets?”.

“No, you are lying”.

“You think I’m lying huh? You are the reason our family splitted apart, at first dad left to another country to go work money for your deadly heart condition but he never returned after several years. Mom led us to the street and asked us to wait for her and she never showed up. So who is faulty? Go away from me. I hate you Greg”.

The girl bellowed aggressively and violently pushed her weak brother who fell roughly on the floor coughing out blood.

I watched from my position as an expensive car pulled up right in front of them and she climbed into it, and immediately, it sped off.

“You mean she was adopted by a wealthy family, leaving her sick brother behind?” Gianna asked, interrupting me, her eyes were already turning red.

“Yes, she was adopted. And the worst of it, it was Greg they initially wanted but she told them he was sick and was gonna die anytime soon, and that was how she was adopted in place of Greg”.

Gianna shook her head in pity and I continued my story.

“Immediately the car sped away, I hurriedly rushed up to aid Greg who was lying at the brims of death. He could barely talk and open his eyes by the time I reached him, so I helped him up and took him to our shabby unfinished house where Nelson, Jones and I had been passing the night.

Nelson and Jones were both orphans, same age as me. We grew up in the streets together. We became friends after they both defended me from getting killed by the street hefty kids, who called themselves the street bullies, they were the bigger boys.

If not for them, I would have been killed and long forgotten.

Greg was never a happy teen. He was always silent, withdrawn to himself and never wanted to go out to struggle for food just like the other kids does to survive. So, we will always go and struggle for some meal just to make sure Greg eats.

Countless times, Greg wished to die. I was scared of leaving him all by himself because I had caught him several times stabbing himself with a dagger.

But he suddenly calmed when he met Clemson. Whenever we go for food hunting, Clems was always back home with Greg to tell him several stories and provide him with good food from his mother’s kitchen.

When Clems learnt about Greg’s heart condition, the next day, he came back with several expensive drugs meant for a heart patient.

We were happy, having Clemson, he was like a God sent angel to us. He was a rich but a humble kid. He stopped us from going to fight for leftover food with the other street kids, because he always provided us with rich and good meals.

One day Clemson invited Greg to secretly meet with his family doctor, so he could run some tests on him

That day, we all escorted Greg to Clemson’s house, but we waited at the gate.

Clemson came out and took Greg in, all was done secretly so his dad wouldn’t take note of him.

When they got to the top floor about going to meet with the doctor, he was caught by Mr Yakuza, Clemson’s dad”.

“You mean the Mr Yakuza we all know? Or is there any other Yakuza?” Gianna asked, cutting sharply into my story telling.

I nodded.

“Yes, Yakuza is Clem’s father. The one we all know”, I answered and continued with my story.

“Clemson pleaded with Yakuza not to hurt Greg, but unfortunately, he didn’t listen to Clemson’s pleas.

He seized Greg and took him into a dark room. In there, he was tied to a chair and flogged severally with a whip.

Several days past we didn’t see Greg come out of Clems’ house, neither did we see Clems.

We became worried, we were not permitted to go in due to the tight securities.

The fateful day Greg was thrown out of the mansion, he was looking no better than a corpse. His body was swollen with red traces of dried blood all over his body. His clothes soaked up with dried and fresh blood. He was barely breathing.

He was taken to the hospital immediately, which we had to beg for money on the street just to pay for his hospital bills.

As God would have it, he got back and unfortunately, went back to his old isolated ways. We never saw Clems again.

Then, I began looking out for a new heart for Greg, of which I later found one, in an old man that was gonna die soon due to cancer.

I talked to him about Greg, and he took us all to his house. He taught us how to handle a gun, and also how to make drug exchange.

He also sent us to school. Life went on, it was like there was a little light in our dark tunnels as the times became better at least, we didn’t live on the streets anymore, we didn’t have to beg for food anymore.

Before the old man died, he divided a half of his properties amongst us, while he transferred the other half to Greg to be given to his son when he comes of age.

He had a little son, which was about six years old then. His name is Hanuel. He left him under Greg’s watch.

Some months later after adopting us from the street, the old man died.

Greg was able to get a new heart thanks to Mr David, our foster father.

Before he died, he asked us to work hard and never let him down. Greg and I continued after his footsteps which was the mafia world, but Jones and Nelson chose a simple life.

Greg then sent Hanuel to Cayman Islands because he thought that was the best for him.

We were leaving a peaceful life not until Greg attended a peace function and was shot by a lady who claimed to be sent by Clemson.

And that was how Clemson and Greg became big time rivals and enemies. Before you stepped into his life, he was a loner. Killing and ruthlessness was his favourite part of life.

Even we, his close buddies are somehow scared of him at times.

Since you came into Greg’s life, he has changed drastically. I now believe love can change someone. If only you meet the right one.

Gianna’s POV

I didn’t even know I was crying silently the whole time Lionel was narrating the whole thing to me.

They had actually been through a lot, truth be told.

I knew my final decision now.