1 Start Of My Story

In a desert where no living being can be seen for as far as eyes can see.

There was a man walking while carrying another person on his back who seems to be unconscious.

the man who was walking is rick he was carrying his injured friend paul to find someplace safe and if possible he wanted to find the cause of all his and everyone else's problems.

rick looked like he will fall any moment now, his lips were dry and his face was a bit yellow showing that he was suffering from some kind of disease as well as lack of water.

His hands had bandages covering them and he was walking very slowly possibly so that paul on his back won't fall

Paul was covered in blue cloth so that he won't have to suffer under the sun but the cloth was not big enough to cover both of them so rick covered paul's upper body with it only leaving enough space for paul to breathe.

After walking some more rick stopped when he saw some movements in the desert.

He could not see clearly but he was sure that he saw something coming out of the sand for a second or two and then going back in the sand like it was never there.

He tried to look at the place more clearly to see what just happened but his vision was not clear because of lack of sleep, food, and water he was way too weak.

After a few seconds, sand in front of the man started to rise up, and soon something green and big was visible in front of him, but because of his eyesight being weak he couldn't see.

The green thing moved closer to rick and seeing this big thing rick started to give in to all the fatigue and lack of sleep.

When he knew whatever came in front of him won't let him leave without any harm he finally fell down with the guy on his back.

His eyes closed and he thought 'I Guess This Is The End'.

#flashback#

Rick's P.O.V. -

My name is Rick Fennel, a normal 17year old college student, Height 5.6, dark black hair, average face with ivory-colored skin.

I was born a loser never good in sports or making friends.

When it comes to studies I was below average.

I remember clearly that I was bullied a lot in my school by the ones who were always better than me in everything, it was painful but I had to bear it for the sake of my family.

I had to at least graduate and find a good enough job to keep my parents happy that's all that matters to me...or so I thought.

It turned out I was the son of a billionaire but because of some unlucky incidents I lived a life of loneliness and rejection by my adoptive parents, it would be accurate to say that I was just a burden that they had to carry because of their own mistakes.

I always envied others, I wanted things which others have but couldn't buy them for myself because we had no money (that's what my 'parents' told me).

My big brother was better than me he always received stuff like toys, games, and all kinds of things from our parents and relatives.

I was jealous but I was not angry.

Since I already knew that I was adopted in this family.

I was a quiet and obedient son until the day when my brother died which was the day my parents told me the truth.

My parent's names were Lucas feniel and Amanda feniel and my brother 'James feniel' who died in a road accident.

At my brother's funeral, While crying near my brother's dead body my father said while looking up and probably asking God "sob-sob WHY-WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO CRUEL, I WORKED HARD ALL MY LIFE, I DID EVERYTHING I COULD FOR MY FAMILY SO WHY DID YOU TAKE MY KID AWAY FROM ME sob m-my only son sob-sob.

I-is it because I stole that kid? Is that why you took my son away from me? It was my fault so why do you have to be so cruel to my son"

He continued to mumble while looking up in the air I couldn't hear what he said because I was sitting far away from him but I saw my crying mother going near him and hushing him to stay quiet and trying to calm him down.

After some time my father stood up and came in front of me and said "rick… I need to tell you something….." he said slowly his voice became lower as he spoke these words.

I wiped the tears from my face and said to him "it's alright father we can talk later you should go back to mom, she is also crying so she needs your support right now"

But he continued "I want to tell you about a mistake I did in my life…. I always regretted doing it…but I just never had the courage to tell you about it….. I-I did something bad to you….." he wanted to say something but he couldn't, his eyes were looking on the floor he didn't or couldn't make any eye contact with me.

I asked him "what is it, father?" I was surprised and a bit shook since he never talked to me for more than a few lines and mostly my brother or mother talked to me when they had to say something but today he is speaking to me while standing in front of me it was surprising.

He said " I know it may sound wrong and you might get angry.... I will take any punishment you want to give me but please don't involve my wife in this I don't want her to be in jail with me, she has already lost her son and I don't think she has any more strength to lose anymore"

I tried to calm him down by saying "don't worry father I won't do anything which will get you two in trouble after all you have given me a home and a good enough life to live peacefully"

My father looked at me for a second before he looked at his wife who was shaking her head left and right as if to tell him not to say anything but he continued "the truth is 17years ago I worked in a company.

I was the manager there but because of false news that there was an illegal substance hidden in the company building, police came with a search warrant and checked the whole place they found that there indeed was some black money in the building.

Although the money belonged to my boss some of the employees and I as the manager were charged with accusations of trying to steal from the company and hiding black money even though it was obvious that it belonged to my boss.

Because of this, I had to pay a huge sum to the company and my reputation in society became bad.

I was called a fraud and a thief, I begged my boss to save me from these accusations and clear my name for months but he ignored me and didn't even let me get close to him.

One day I had enough and decided to kidnap his newborn baby which was still in the hospital.

I made a plan and after finding how the newborn looked I decided to replace him with another same-looking child.

At that time getting an orphan child was easy since not many of those kids had any documents or birth certificates, after stealing a child from an orphanage which was very hard to do.

After that, I went to the hospital and replaced the kid of my boss.

I used the back door of the hospital so that I won't get caught by his bodyguards.

With the kid in my hands, I wanted to blackmail my boss and ask for money but I didn't know where to take the kid so I took it home.

When my wife saw me with a kid she asked many questions and when I told her the truth she panicked and told me not to tell anyone what I did.

She then told me to go back and put the kid where it belongs but I wanted to ask for money from my boss so I refused.

But when my wife said that she will leave me if I don't give the kid back.

I had no choice but to do as she said.

The next night I went to the hospital but it turned out that my boss's kid was discharged along with his mother from the hospital.

It was my luck that no one ever tried to find the missing kid otherwise I would have been in big trouble.

Also back then security wasn't that good so it was pretty easy to kidnap the kid and get out of there.

When I told my wife that I couldn't give the kid back, she panicked and told me to keep the kid in the house for now.

After that, we kept the kid hidden in our house for a year, and when my life became stable again and I found a new job as a small business manager.

We handed the kid over to the police so that no one can suspect me, we told the police that someone left the kid in front of our door and they told us that if no one comes to find the kid in two months we can adopt him or they will send the kid to an orphanage.

My wife wanted to give the kid to the orphanage but I couldn't bring myself to it because of the fear that one day my old boss might come knocking at my door for his baby.

I know I did wrong and I am sorry please forgive me".