Chapter 79 The Boy Who Was Sold
Chapter 79 The Boy Who Was Sold
A strange chill crept down Lucas’s spine–like a wild animal was staring him down.
He noticed then that the boy’s face and head were covered in injuries–clearly from a fight.
Hot–blooded young men weren’t to be messed with. The kind who’d risk everything without hesitation.
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Lucas backed down, forcing a smile. “No, you’ve got it wrong. I’m just here to cheer your sister up. I can take you all to the hospital.”
It had been years, and Lucas didn’t actually recognize Jimmy.
But hearing him call Stella “sis” and knowing what Stella’s other two brothers looked like, it wasn’t hard to guess.
No doubt this was Louis.
“No need. We can get to the hospital on our own,” Stella said flatly.
Nancy was driving up front, Stella sat in the passenger seat, and Jimmy and Jenn were in the back.
Stella turned to Jimmy. “I went looking for you. Your neighbor said some guy found you two last night and beat both you and Jenn. Is that true?”
Jimmy used a tissue from the car to wipe the blood from Jenn’s lips. He nodded. “Yeah.”
“Who was it? Why did he hit you? I want the whole truth–everything you’ve been through over the years.”
Stella wasn’t in the mood to play nice anymore. She was going to get all the answers at once.
Jimmy crumpled the tissue in his hand and lowered his gaze.
Some kids are chubby because of genetics. Others just love to eat.
Jimmy belonged to the latter.
At three years old, he once chased a hen just to get an egg—and ended up with a mouthful of chicken poop.
It was a hot day at the park. Ethan had gone to buy drinks and told Jimmy and Xavier to wait under a tree.
Xavier, always curious, stared unblinking at a couple making out on a nearby bench.
Jimmy, with his sharp nose, caught a strong whiff of grilled sausage.
He followed the scent and found a friendly–looking middle–aged woman selling skewers.
She smiled at him. “Hey there, kiddo. Want one?”
Jimmy was practically drooling, but he shook his head. “I don’t have any money.
Stella had told him never to take anything for free.
But the woman kindly handed one over. “You’re so cute. I’ll give you one. It’s free.”
At seven, his hunger and his conscience battled it out. Hunger won.
It’s fine, I’ll eat it and just ask Ethan for money later and pay the lady back.
He grinned, eyes squinting into happy crescents. “Thanks!”
He wolfed down the sausage, but almost immediately afterward, he felt drowsy. The world blurred.
Then–darkness.
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Chapter 79 The Boy Who Was Sold
When he came to, he was in the back of a truck..
The ceiling was pitch–black. The vehicle bounced wildly, making his small buty molland slam into the walls.
Each collision echoed with a thud–and each one hurt.
His hands and feet were bound. His mouth stuffed with cloth. He couldn’t even stream.
That’s when he realized-
He’d been taken by traffickers.
Despair crashed over him. Tears poured down his face.
Stupid mouth. Who told you to eat it?!
His tears dried up. His stomach rumbled. Dinnertime had come and gone, but he hadn’t eatem.
He had no idea where he was–or where they were taking him.
But then, Jimmy calmed down.
No matter what happens, Stella had told him once, stay calm. Think. Never give up.
The journey seemed endless. He passed out from hunger more than once, only to wake up still on the road.
They were likely rushing to reach their destination before Ethan could report him missing.
He didn’t know how long it had been. Eventually, the truck doors opened.
They had arrived at a remote mountain village–so remote, it probably didn’t exist on any map.
The woman wasn’t alone. She had a male accomplice.
Together, they stuffed him into a burlap sack and carried him a distance on foot.
When the sack was opened, he saw a shabby, low house–one of many like it in the area.
The woman smiled brightly, speaking in a dialect he couldn’t understand.
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A middle–aged man with a scar on his face looked Jimmy over several times, then went back inside and came out with a stac of money.
Thur when firmy understood: he’d been sold.
Later, one the learned the dialect, he finally understood what the woman had said:
Look an mhis hand. So dhubby–he’s blessed. With him around, your girl might finally calm down.”
firms thus williges, lawang dildren was unusual. In fact, the locals even gave the scarred man advice on how to keep him.
The mains dat hem fic cries au mun–beat him. Do it enough times, and he won’t try again.
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