Chapter 13: Flames of The Past(1)
Looking at Blondie, his blonde hair, his red streaks, and dark blue eyes, Logan involuntarily remembered their first encounter.
It had occurred a little over two years ago.
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A younger Logan laid on the bare floor in the shack his parents had left for him.
He moved slightly and his stomach rumbled and growled in response sending hunger pangs coursing through him.
He had managed to scavenge for fruits during the first few months of living there but the trees and plants that bore them had long since wilted.
He couldn’t even buy anything not only because he had no money but because of the hatred and stigma he faced in his old town.
The last time he had gone there, people especially children chucked stones at his head much to their parents pleasure and encouragement.
He couldn’t even sell anything as he had nothing. Even the clothes he was wearing he had stolen from a store the last time he had gone into town.
"Mom, Dad. Why did you leave me like this?" His voice broke as he started crying.
His tears cascaded down his dirt and mud covered face before passing by his lips that had cracked due to overexposure to the raw elements.