“Come on, Finch, the kid’s in bad shape. Let him stay the night, yeah?”
“Yeah, it’s not like he’s a stranger. He’s just a kid, came all the way here in the middle of the night. You’ve helped him before—what’s one more time?”
“You just got a new car. Taking in an orphan won’t cost you much. Just open the door and take him in already—it’s late. Don’t cause a scene.”
I knew I couldn’t dodge this, so I opened the door.
Tyrell collapsed to the ground, covered in blood.
The second he saw me, he dragged himself over and latched onto my leg.
“Sir! I finally found you—please, you gotta save me!
“They didn’t adopt me out of kindness. They just wanted someone for their mentally disabled son to beat on! When I said no, they started hittin’ me, cussin’ me out… wouldn’t even let me eat!
“If I ain’t run fast enough, they’re gonna drag me into that guy’s room and let him do whatever he wants to me…”
He cried like the world was ending.
The neighbors around us were already stirred up, and now they were full of sympathy.
“In a state of law, people like that still exist? What kind of monsters are they?”